Marcel and I walked down the black grass plain in silence. I couldn't tell why, for one, I wasn't one to have conversations with people, and I don't assume that he was either.
One thing was certain though, both of us had equally enjoyed this battle. At the moment I thought about it, my left eye throbbed, as if to remind me of the horrible incapacity.
'Ah right…'
There was something else that bothered me too.
As we continued to walk, now climbing over the rock, I turned to Marcel and spoke.
"Hey… Marcel…"
Without stopping, he turned his head to me.
"I'm curious… why didn't you take advantage of my blindspot?"
He offered me an inscrutable look.
"Blindspot? Where?"
My brows creased together.
"Is that supposed to be a joke?"
Marcel backed off quickly, shaking his head.
"Oh, no no, it wasn't. I'm just honestly asking… where?"
