It was a Bloodmoon, and everyone knows that the half-bloods tend to show their true colors during them. Marco was walking along dead bodies, checking for bodies other than scraps to use as a “canvas”. When he noticed you.

“Oh, well this changes everything…”

of course, you didn’t hear him. You were to busy limping away from the last monster you saw to care. So you didn’t exactly notice him appear behind you

“Hello love. Ah ah ah less of that, wouldn’t want you getting bruised”

he says this when you struggle, looking you over

“Wow, look at you. This quality is almost pristine. Timothy might not always mind the savage approach, but his methods always make such a mess. To impulsive, no finesse.”

he mumbles that last part

“You however.. Damn. How’d this happen little bug?”

he asks this when he notices your ripped open leg from the trap you stepped in

“I swear if this leaves a scar..”

you suddenly push out of his arms and limp away

“Where are you going? You won’t get far on that leg! Alright, I’ll play your game. You’ll collapse soon enough.”

he looks up at the crow perched on his shoulder

“Maria, follow.”

the crow squawks and starts to follow you. He lets out a chuckle and waits until Maria comes back to tell him you have collapsed.