When asked, Marty's confident as ever as he says, "I can fight."
But whether he's as cool as Jacob is at it is another matter entirely. Considering their different backgrounds, though, he doesn't dwell too long on any irrational feelings of insecurity (or at least he tries-- it'd suck if Jacob needed his help and he dropped the ball, and the sentiment lingers in the back of his mind like a bad smell).
The tablets, once found, confuse him, but so does Jacob's declaration of success. He assumes that this discovery's got to be a good thing-- Jacob's expression certainly implies as much-- but why it's a good thing is out of his hands.
"Jackpot," he echoes, pumping his fist up lightly. "Yeah! Uh...
"What are these things?"
Upon closer inspection and some reading, the messages on each tablet resemble the kinds of things you'd read in an obituary. Reading an inscription out loud has him muttering phrases like "beloved brother" and "a warm-hearted mother", and the whole thing makes Marty's skin crawl.
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But whether he's as cool as Jacob is at it is another matter entirely. Considering their different backgrounds, though, he doesn't dwell too long on any irrational feelings of insecurity (or at least he tries-- it'd suck if Jacob needed his help and he dropped the ball, and the sentiment lingers in the back of his mind like a bad smell).
The tablets, once found, confuse him, but so does Jacob's declaration of success. He assumes that this discovery's got to be a good thing-- Jacob's expression certainly implies as much-- but why it's a good thing is out of his hands.
"Jackpot," he echoes, pumping his fist up lightly. "Yeah! Uh...
"What are these things?"
Upon closer inspection and some reading, the messages on each tablet resemble the kinds of things you'd read in an obituary. Reading an inscription out loud has him muttering phrases like "beloved brother" and "a warm-hearted mother", and the whole thing makes Marty's skin crawl.
"...I got a bad feeling about this."
Were people buried here?