Marvin knew already that Silica couldn't find out a single thing about the girl's past. The only thing he knew was that the girl had come here from Vacuo at some point - they had run into a similar problem looking into Rory's past, but not to this extent. It seemed clear that 'Mythos' was not her given name - the name had been linked with the criminal underground for years. Much longer than she could be responsible for.
Taking a few seconds to take in her word, Marvin made a decision to believe her. If she had a reason to lie, then it must have been a good one.
"A void? I would hardly say that. An empty void wouldn't recognize itself as such, nor would a void feel the need to explain itself to some stubborn old fool." He responded. He averted his gaze momentarily and instead took place to the girl's right, leaning against the wall much the same she was doing. It was hardly a calculated move, even if it seemed like such - it was just a more comfortable position to the man as well.
"I won't claim to know or understand what you've been through, or how you think. All I can tell you is what I know of myself. Of huntsmen." Marvin crossed his arms, looking towards the opposite wall. For a moment it seemed that a smile had crept up on his lips, but if it had, it faded away as quickly as it appeared.
"There are undoubtedly huntsmen out there who do it for the glory. For the thrill of it, or for the chance to prove themselves. I was all three, for that matter. Hell, so our entire team, my wife included. And still, you can call it a load of bull, but I've always felt that every huntsman has a bigger reason why they've taken this path. Some understand that reason before they even start training, others never figure it out in their entire lives. But there is... something." He looked towards Mythos again. "Far too many huntsmen wind up turning their weapons on their fellow man. What separates the good ones from the bad is that they don't make a habit of it."
He then looked back towards the wall. "I'll be taking full responsibility for what happened here tonight. For better or for worse, I should be able to keep what happened here as much of a secret as it could possibly be. If the authorities ask you anything, feel free to tell them I called the shots - or made them. Up to you."
There was a short pause, as if the man was looking for a way to finish his thought. FInally, he added: "And... never forget those whose lives you've taken. Lord knows I wish I had not made that mistake."