Marcus gave a bitter smile as tears glistened in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Lloyd, you're a good man, and an even more open-minded one. Though we haven't known each other long, I truly admire and respect you!"

He continued, "Unfortunately, even saints can't save everyone, and I'm just a poor soul trapped in quicksand with no way back!"

Standing at the rooftop's edge for so long had taken its toll on Marcus' body and mind. He swayed more noticeably now, looking as if he might fall at any moment.