Rising stress levels even out with their shared connection, but it doesn’t make him feel any less unnerved. He doesn’t any to let go, needs to make sure Markus is there some how, and he knows this is truly Markus now. Reassured yet again, Simon at least relents on his pleading, clinging desperately to the other as he’s finally released, dead weight leaning into him.
He’ll try to walk with what little mobility he has, but the sorry sight that he is for the humans waiting outside is just. Though for the news it’ll be quite the view. A pathetic broken PL600 guided out of Detroit’s precinct by the deviant leader? Who is he? Why go save him? But once all the noise is muffled inside the taxi, Simon only focuses on what gives him any sense of comfort now.
Markus.
He’d broken their connection on the way out, but his hand never left where it clutched at Markus arm. He was here, he wasn’t leaving him, they were together. Silence is all he can offer for a little while, a stark contrast to his incessant begging before, but eventually he speaks up, blind blue eyes staring at nothing.
“... I’m sorry, Markus.” His voice crackles, soft, “I didn’t know it wasn’t you.” Speaking of giving away Jericho’s location. He’d seen bits and pieces through their shared connection. Things he’d not been a part of, everything he’d missed. Seen what he’d done. So many of their people died because of him, Jericho was gone.
Because of him.
“I should have realized— they’re dead because I didn’t think.” Why would Markus ask for the location to Jericho? Why why why? He keeps playing it over in his mind how stupid he was to give it over so easily.
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He’ll try to walk with what little mobility he has, but the sorry sight that he is for the humans waiting outside is just. Though for the news it’ll be quite the view. A pathetic broken PL600 guided out of Detroit’s precinct by the deviant leader? Who is he? Why go save him? But once all the noise is muffled inside the taxi, Simon only focuses on what gives him any sense of comfort now.
Markus.
He’d broken their connection on the way out, but his hand never left where it clutched at Markus arm. He was here, he wasn’t leaving him, they were together. Silence is all he can offer for a little while, a stark contrast to his incessant begging before, but eventually he speaks up, blind blue eyes staring at nothing.
“... I’m sorry, Markus.” His voice crackles, soft, “I didn’t know it wasn’t you.” Speaking of giving away Jericho’s location. He’d seen bits and pieces through their shared connection. Things he’d not been a part of, everything he’d missed. Seen what he’d done. So many of their people died because of him, Jericho was gone.
Because of him.
“I should have realized— they’re dead because I didn’t think.” Why would Markus ask for the location to Jericho? Why why why? He keeps playing it over in his mind how stupid he was to give it over so easily.