[Chenzira, the Yamask, has everything to do with it. He's his shoulder angel. His better half. He keeps Marik grounded most of the time and is one of the few beings he feels guilt or regret for.

Marik slings his backpack off, unzips it, and pulls out a neatly folded royal purple raincoat. He presents it to Serenity.]

You've ridden with... the brown one. What's his name? Terry? Trevor? Eh, whatever. Cyclizar is like a motorcycle. It will take us a little while to get to town from here but at least you'll be dry.