[Markus would scoff, but his own dry sense of humor (picked up by Carl, so much he learned from him) isn’t so prevalent. He’s dipped into concern, that stoic sort of determination, and takes in the man’s state. Far from the presentable physician who had visited him month’s prior. Then again, the same could be said for him.]

Only because of the help of the dead here.

[It’s not an over-exaggeration, or at least it doesn’t feel like it. Even his eyes are different colors now.]

Your limbs need replacing. I’m going to do it for you, all right? Then we’ll both find a way out of this place.