Revenge was a near constant. Much like Elise had predicted back when they first started their "business", people would let their emotions take over in place of logic. After a while he had started to get used to it. By the time he finds himself back in the area, Märchen is more of an adrenaline addict. He doesn't get a physical rush from helping people get their revenge but the possibility that his own is at hand if he just gets one more helps keep him going.

That and Elise's near constant praise and adoration. The commentary she gives on each client is also amusing, and helps pass the time. While the doll rests against a tree, Märchen freezes for a moment as the well swings into his view.

He vaugely knows the woman- but it's like listening to a skipping record. He can almost place her, but whoever she is or was isn't settling in. He straightens up and smooths down his jacket as he steps from the shadows. Maybe she needs revenge.

And then he hears "März" and he stumbles for a moment as memories surface. Brief images, just maddeningly short enough to where he can't piece them together. Catching his footing and putting out his hands to grab whatever he can, Märchen's voice comes out a near croak. He feels like he's back in the well. Back with that thing begging him to accept it into him so he could fullfill the things he wants to do.

Back with the fear of not knowing why he was in the well and how his mother was doing. Back when he just wanted to be in the forest with-- "With who?" he thinks. The name, if there is one, won't come to him.

"That name." he coughs and straightens up, his balance found. "How do you know that name?"