[He wants to pull his hair out at this point. Why did he even bother helping this git. Is it because he still feels some strange sense of camaraderie towards the Spirit? That's the only explanation that makes sense to him.

Marik inhales and slowly exhales, trying to calm himself down. No point in strangling the poor bastard over a weird sense of humor.]

Changing clothes is just a bandaid solution. You can hide with me while we figure out how to free you from... whatever contract there is.

[He purses his lips.]

The thought of you getting hurt by them is... like watching someone kick a puppy. I don't want that on my conscience.