Just a child, snowed into an evil place with ghosts that could make his father choke him. No wonder Dan had been so deeply bothered by the snow, by the castle and the dungeons. He's lived through this already and maybe the bars on his cell hadn't been quite so literal the first go around, but Marcus feels a surge of warmth and worry for him.
"My dad," he says. "Some of the time anyway. My mum the rest of the time. The two of them never wanted to be parents and at best I was an inconvenience."
At worst he'd been the reason they were poor, the reason they were sad, the reason they were angry.
"He ended up killing her," he tells Dan. "When I was seven. Your mum, though..." He wants to hear she was able to get away, found a place to be safe with Dan. His mother never would have, but he has a feeling Dan's mother was a far better parent than his own was ever capable of being.
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"My dad," he says. "Some of the time anyway. My mum the rest of the time. The two of them never wanted to be parents and at best I was an inconvenience."
At worst he'd been the reason they were poor, the reason they were sad, the reason they were angry.
"He ended up killing her," he tells Dan. "When I was seven. Your mum, though..." He wants to hear she was able to get away, found a place to be safe with Dan. His mother never would have, but he has a feeling Dan's mother was a far better parent than his own was ever capable of being.