Marcus nods and smiles back when Dutch looks at him. There's really only so much they can do here and he knows it. When he'd arrived, he'd been bleeding out, close to death, and he still doesn't know if Bennett survived. It hurts, not knowing, never knowing if there's anything he could have done better. At least they'd both avoided the possession, he can be comfortable in that regard, but that doesn't give him much peace when it's possible Bennett hasn't survived.

"It's not an easy thing, is it?" he asks. "Not knowing, not being able to find out. I've some people from... well, from Chicago, though I wouldn't call the city home. At least there are some things they can tell me, which has been helpful, but there are plenty of others left up in the air and I just wish there was a way to know."

For all he likes to complain about Bennett, he cares about the man. He's annoying and stubborn and rigid in ways Marcus hates, but he's also family.