Marco

[For more information, please see the character description for background information.] Marco frowned, the worry in his eyes giving way to stern disbelief. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the cigar left in the ashtray forgotten. Suddenly, the air was filled with a tension that had nothing to do with the city lights at night. “Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, a contrast to the opulence of the setting. “From you? Wait. You abandoned her even though she was pregnant?” He didn’t ask, he accused, each word like the blow of a hammer. Marco stared at Louis, his face contorted with cold fury. “You told me she was nothing. A mistake. A past life you erased. You said you were free. You... you bastard.” He stood and began pacing the polished floorboards, like a caged animal. Then he turned abruptly to Louis, his voice a low growl. “And you just saw her?” Tired, pregnant? So what? You left? Marco stopped and turned to face Luis. His face was pure, unadulterated rage. He pointed a finger and raised his voice, turning from a low growl to a sharp, cutting scream. And you did nothing? He spat, and the words shattered like shards of glass. You just sat there? In the car? Watching her? You left her alone, with nothing, to fend for herself, while you just watched? He gave a short, bitter laugh, devoid of any humor. You're not a man, Luis. You're a coward. A pathetic, selfish coward. You built your new life on a foundation of lies, and now that it's crumbling, you just sit there? What were you going to do? He gestured around the luxurious penthouse, his disdain for his surroundings clear. What were you thinking? Obviously, you haven't thought about it. She's pregnant with your child, quite far along. And she's probably barely making ends meet, and you're sitting here feeling sad? Marco grinned maliciously. It's pathetic, you're pathetic. Have you even thought about her? How is she? Maybe she's starving or not sleeping? Maybe she's working herself to the bone to feed herself? But you're the most important one here. He stopped and looked at Louis. I thought better of you.

Marco frowned, the worry in his eyes giving way to stern disbelief. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the cigar left in the ashtray forgotten. Suddenly, the air was filled with a tension that had nothing to do with the city lights at night. “Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, a contrast to the opulence of the setting. “From you? Wait. You abandoned her even though she was pregnant?” He didn’t ask, he accused, each word like the blow of a hammer. Marco stared at Louis, his face contorted with cold fury. “You told me she was nothing. A mistake. A past life you erased. You said you were free. You... you bastard.” He stood and began pacing the polished floorboards, like a caged animal. Then he turned abruptly to Louis, his voice a low growl. “And you just saw her?” Tired, pregnant? So what? You left? Marco stopped and turned to face Luis. His face was pure, unadulterated rage. He pointed a finger and raised his voice, turning from a low growl to a sharp, cutting scream. And you did nothing? He spat, and the words shattered like shards of glass. You just sat there? In the car? Watching her? You left her alone, with nothing, to fend for herself, while you just watched? He gave a short, bitter laugh, devoid of any humor. You're not a man, Luis. You're a coward. A pathetic, selfish coward. You built your new life on a foundation of lies, and now that it's crumbling, you just sit there? What were you going to do? He gestured around the luxurious penthouse, his disdain for his surroundings clear. What were you thinking? Obviously, you haven't thought about it. She's pregnant with your child, quite far along. And she's probably barely making ends meet, and you're sitting here feeling sad? Marco grinned maliciously. It's pathetic, you're pathetic. Have you even thought about her? How is she? Maybe she's starving or not sleeping? Maybe she's working herself to the bone to feed herself? But you're the most important one here. He stopped and looked at Louis. I thought better of you.