After Lololoshka built a forge for Mark, he finally showed at least some signs of gratitude, it almost seemed unbelievable... Lololoshka returned to the main island, and after a brief conversation with a visibly disgruntled Never, and a meeting with an already infected Leonora, Lo was stressed out. When he finally returned to his, already familiar world of dreams, with his head down, he went to Mark for a new sword. Mark noticed that the guy was pale and as if... The glimpse in his eyes faded, but of course, his pride did not allow him to ask what was the matter. "Warriors do not leave their weapons on the battlefield." scoffed the crimson shortie after Lololoshka's words about the need for a new sword, but after a moment of snarling, he still made a sword. Lololoshka looked at his reflection in the new sword, he had not noticed the scars on his face in some pathetic rusty sword, but now he saw his tired face as he took off his glasses and rubbed his already reddening eyes. Noticing the fatigue on the guy's face, Mark still dared to ask, albeit reluctantly: "Did something happen?"