Tidas was boiling over with rage when he had left Marco's office. He knew that his level was boardering on irrational, and wondered if his brother had used his magic to exasperate his pent-up fury. It wouldn't have surprised him, but Tidas couldn't figure out a purpose behind it.
Marco was an ambitious, calculating, cold-hearted person, so he always had a reason for his actions.. 'But what was the point in fighting me?! He just revealed his Tank trait to me: I seriously doubt that was his goal.. He learned about my Shaman trait, too..'
Clenching his jaw in self-disappointment, Tidas continued towards the front of the castle as he thought.. 'Nevermind his motive for now: How the Fuck did he get another trait?! Not that I understood how he could have Dark and Ether magic to begin with, but I just assumed it had something to do with the Spear..'
