Ah, Marcus--you can't see him? Of course you can't!

[He turns briefly, narrowing his eyes at whatever's behind him]

He always was the sort to slink along like a whipped dog, wasn't he, hiding in the shadows, tagging along just to irritate me. I told you to go back! All you can do is talk and talk and talk--

[Ianchus turns back to Marcus, tightening his grip on his arm.]

Well, he's a coward but he's right. I don't care about anyone.