Maru just lay where he was, eyes closed, and wondering why these two men seemed to enjoy arguing. It seemed so tiresome to him. What was the point? One looked like he was sad with everything and the other angry. How did they manage to have a kid as nice and even tempered as Madoka? It was all very strange to him.

Eventually he sighed and pushed himself to his feet and walked off of the edge of the table to drop to the floor. If they were going to argue more, he was out. He didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

He quietly padded out of the dinning carriage.