Mark was very... confused at the moment. Blood loss tended to do that to people and he was no exception. But it wasn’t just that. The boy that he had so nicely fallen over was now having girls left and right talking about ‘Oh brother mother is worried about you!’ No one would be idiotic enough to believe that. Mark sure wasn’t, and he was confused and laying on the ground in a small pool of his own blood. So all-in-all not very convincing on the girls’ part. Managing to push himself up out of his huddled position, he nearly just fell right over again, hand gripping to the rock beside him to hold him up and steady. His eyes darted between the company that was around him, before nearly falling over again as he let go of the rock to try and get out his own weapon at the sight of seeing ‘Rai’ pulling out his. When Arctria told him to watch it, that made him snap. He snarled over at her before weakly making his way over to her to point a knife in her face. “Oh yes, such a tough time. The boy is lying peacefully on the ground and looks like he is in so much trouble. Wouldn’t want to hurt him! No, not at all, not when I’m the one bleeding.” Perhaps he was just imagining things, but what was that small look that Rai had cast over to this girl? But that was insignificant to him once he, yet again, almost fell over. Giving a snarl to all three of them, Mark made his way to the rock to sit down and undo the bandaging that was doing little to nothing to stop the flow of blood from what now appeared to be a very bad wound. Huh. It hadn’t looked that bad earlier. Of course it was probably getting infected. Having nothing to provide as bandaging, he had used the last bit of bandaging this morning on his arm, he wrapped the already blood-soaked bandaging back around his arm, before his brain remembered that there were two people here. “You might as well give it up ladies. No one in this group believes that you are his sisters, let alone that he has a mother. The boy’s a street-rat.” Those last words just proved that Mark knew nothing or Ren’s actual identity, and it would be best on everyone else’s part to realize that and play along with that instead. For Mark was not a friend of the king, not as though he knew him personally. But he had made clear before that his intentions were to kill the king, for he did not like the boy. People tried to blame all his actions on his ‘Advisors.’ Oh yes? Well no matter who’s fault it was, Mark was still hungry, still starving, still dying slowly day by day. Dozens of others were as well. And King Ren did nothing but sit on his throne with the best of luxury. Mark had no sympathy or compassion to King Ren, and especially not at times like these when he was bleeding to death and had to worry about his wound getting infected. Standing up about to stumble his way out of this mess, the whole world began swooping around him, taking dives under his feet. And that was when Mark fell flat on his face, not bothering to move. Instead he lay there, trying not to inhale dust or bugs and just praying to whatever he could that no one would kill him or hurt him further. Laying there was actually peaceful, at least now he didn’t have to worry about falling over.