[Hey, guess who's running to check on Elias' body as soon as possible because someone happened to break something in Marco's dreamscape. Yes, okay, that whole... exchange between the gods seemed to indicate He was doing just fine and dandy, but some worries are just too pressing.

Marco sighs with relief as soon as he sees that everything in the Fourth God's room is just as he'd last left it.]

Oh, thank goodness. I-I-- I figured. But I still had to check. [Because Elias just looks so small. On one hand, it was almost disconcerting to see him stand up against the Fog God the way he did, but on the other hand... it made Marco feel oddly proud, too.

... This isn't all he's here to talk about, though, is it?]

You were just keeping us safe, weren't you? [A nervous laugh.] She couldn't touch us at all while we were in there, even if... even if, erm, if it felt like I could feel her sometimes. It wasn't really her, was it? Just like how I ran into a lot of people who-- who weren't really those people. It was all very... very... like that.

N-Nobody-- Nobody managed to... [He brings a hand up to the level of his head, unsure of how to even PUT it.] I mean, I'm sure several people got in. A-A necessity in the system, I'm sure. You needed everyone, and it had to work the same for everyone. But nobody got in... too deep, right? Nobody did anything to me. Her people didn't hurt me. Y-You wouldn't have let them. Right?

[The corners of his mouth pull up into a frail grin that crumbles immediately. Instead of looking at Elias, he stares straight down at the floor.]

I'm sorry. For a second there, I-I was afraid that... that you'd done something terrible. To me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.