Marcus had never questioned things, not ever.
He hadn't sat up at nights wondering why the sky was blue or why the world was round.
He hadn't felt the need to.
Now he questioned things all too often.
Now, he often found himself asking why grass was green or why grass was called grass?
Why vampires existed or why they were ruthless killers?
Why were humans so frail?
Or - most importantly - why had Didyme died?
Why had her death come?
What had happened to her soul? Was it in a safe place?
All these questions Aro had grown tired of, and he rarely sympathised with Marcus anymore.
And that only made more questions flourish in Marcus's mind.
Why didn't Aro care?
She had been his sister.
