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Markuss had shot up from the bed, fist clenched. "I can't handle it? Ye bloody serious, mate? Y'kno who couldn't handle it, yer folks bein' pulverized n'shot up n'yer folks shiftin' over t'the dark side, THOSE people can't handle it!" he pleaded. "I can handle it jes as much as any other bloke, y'got it? Just 'cause I don't trust yer Lazarus buddy t'do an exorcism on me don't mean I can't handle it," he quipped, make it obvious that he was offended at the notion. His face was nearly red.

"Believe it er not Lukas, people don't really get exorcised on Terra every day. I'm not one of your crusader friends, that shyte doesn't really sit well with me. So I'm apprehensive, that comes as a surprise t'ye? Ye gloat so much about how yer th'most human'a yer friends but ye've got a long way t'go befer that happens!" He exclaimed, before sitting down and bringing a hand to his temple. He was feeling a little dizzy from the excitement. It hadn't occurred to him that the statement was overly harsh.

"Don't treat me like I'm a child either Lukey, I'm a grown man and I cin make my own decisions, fer fucks sake."