He sat stony faced as he listened to her sprout off all the things that were wrong with him. He wanted to ask why she hadn't said anything but quite frankly he couldn't be bothered.

Marcus watched her talk and he wondered what he had ever saw in her. She was shallow, vain and just plain not nice. Everything they had done, he had done because of her. He always asked her what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go. Not his fault if they did the same things and went to the same places. They ALWAYS did everything SHE wanted.

"Then go Anastasia. Go and be in the limelight if that's what's important to you, I wouldn't want to hold you back." He picked up his glass of champagne and downed it one go and then picked up the bottle and refilled his glass. "I love you Anastasia, I have from the moment I laid eyes on you and I would fight if there was anything to fight for. But I can see the way your face lights up when you speak of him. I just can't compete with that." He sucked in a shaky breath and looked out the window at the twinkling lights of the city below and as he stared he was sure that he had just seen one light flicker and then go out. It was exactly how he felt right at this moment that the light had just gone out from his life.

Marcus turned back to Annie and gave her a faint smile. "Go to Jimmy, Anastasia and you can bask in the light together." He gestured for the waiter and asked him to get Annie's coat and help escort to a safe apparition spot. He picked up his glass and downed it again. Marcus was staying to get well and truly drunk.