Markus didn’t know who took his necklace. He just had to live without it, no matter how much it pained him. He nodded lightly in reply, hesitantly letting go of his shirt.
“I can try.”, he replied softly, carefully pushing himself up to stand. He was a bit wobbly at first, but he felt alright enough. Still weak, very much so, but what else was he supposed to do? Oliver did have more things to carry than him.
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