"No." Marcus rounded the corner and saw the Inquisition's Guards hovering over a body with sombre expressions. Usually, he would make sure to be careful around them, but he needed to confirm his fears weren't true. Pushing past them, he looked down at the bloody corpse with a soft smile and covered his mouth in horror. "No." Reaching down, he placed his hands on Raven's neck. It was a pointless endeavour, but Marcus wanted it all to be a sick joke. He had to be sure that the man was actually dead.
"Fuck." Standing up, he grabbed his forehead, tired. "We must move the ArchBishop's body. He does not deserve to be laid on the cold ground." His voice was quiet, and he got weak nods from those around. That being said, no one moved to pick up his body, afraid to make his death a reality.