the moon only shines with the help of the sun
Even with the color draining from his face and ears, Marcus still looked at his father skeptically. He turned to face the targets with the Forsaken, turning his attention from them to his father when prompted. It looked rather silly, in his opinion, what his father was doing and asking him to do. He wanted to debate it, to protest, but knew better. Silly as it was, Marcus was confident in his father's knowledge -- even if his father's excitement had led him down a harder path than Margot.
Sighing again, but refraining from rolling his eyes (as his sister would have done), Marcus lifted his hands. He made the triangle shape his father demonstrated, lifted his arms, focused on the target and slowly brought them back. He did it three times before he answered his father, making sure his results were the same. In the third he messed up, and started again, repeating the process again thrice more. Finally, his eyebrows lifted and he dropped his hands at his side. "It's my left eye that sees the target."
Sighing again, but refraining from rolling his eyes (as his sister would have done), Marcus lifted his hands. He made the triangle shape his father demonstrated, lifted his arms, focused on the target and slowly brought them back. He did it three times before he answered his father, making sure his results were the same. In the third he messed up, and started again, repeating the process again thrice more. Finally, his eyebrows lifted and he dropped his hands at his side. "It's my left eye that sees the target."
it's not as safe when your walking alone
