[ Marcos is very tempted to hold a hand out to give them some better light to go by, but that would also make them easier to spot if there are any enemies lurking out here. Instead he just trails along and keeps his palms up and ready in case they're suddenly attacked. Which, listening to Kaneki speak, he obviously expects to happen.

He carries on the conversation though, as if that wasn't at all concerning. ]

I don't actually know what the Merchant would do. You've spoken to him more than I have, but it seems like he'd want us to succeed.

[ That's unless he really did give him this task just to 'keep him busy', in which case... why? Marcos isn't phased by his boasting, he's been around enough mutants who think of themselves as invincible, but he still doesn't know what exactly he can do. He turns his attention from the wind blowing through the bushes to raise an eyebrow at his last statement. ]

How do you mean?