( it's not that marc isn't earnest about what he does, it's more that he's not sure where he's at with it all in — well, here. there's no connection to khonshu, no answer. marc has always had a trying relationship with khonshu, but he didn't shy away from their interactions. father. son. nothing typical, nothing that replaced elias, though his therapist would probably have a thing or two to say about the fact that marc's adopted god referred to him as son, whilst marc referred to him as father. something religion, something father issues, something something better dealt with by punching a bad guy here and there.

but here he has no suit, no midnight mission, no — anything. it's not the first time marc's had to build himself up from nothing and it's not the first time khonshu hasn't answered, but together — when sat next to everything else — is weird. strange. unusual.

different in ways that marc isn't sure he can attribute to him being him. )

Heathens? ( he suggests, though the quirk of his lips imply it's not meant quite as seriously as his tone might suggest. ) My experience with being chosen by gods is that most people just think you're crazy.

( his gaze follows wanda's as she looks to the group of summoned, though he doesn't comment, not immediately, before— ) Might be a long shot— ( given the vampires and the werewolves, ) but is there anywhere to get coffee?