Markus almost cuts him off with how quickly he disagrees. It has Simon looking towards his voice, blind eyes blinking owlishly at his face.
Connor, yes. He knows who that is now. Sort of. The Deviant Hunter, he'd used him to find Markus, to kill him. He hated to even think of that scenario, that he could have been the reason for Markus possibly being killed. Thankfully that hadn't been the outcome of their fateful meeting, Markus made Connor see that he didn't have to follow what humans wanted him to do any longer. Now he was like them, deviant. Free.
He couldn't truly hate Connor for what he'd done, he'd only been following orders, he wasn't yet himself. Still, the fact he can feel resentment for it, it only proves further that he's alive just like any human. It's not something he's proud of, but it's hard not to feel that. There's a lot of things he feels right now, about Connor, about his guilt concerning Jericho, Markus' words to him, but it's easier to focus just on Markus right now.
It's usually what Simon fell back on. Focus on Markus, on their people, throwing himself a pity party wouldn't fix anything. He'll fit his own hand a top of Markus', fingertips curling very slightly into the skin of his hand.
"... I don't blame you either, Markus. You did what you thought was best for Jericho." In hind sight it would have been better if Markus had shot him, but in the end even after he'd taken his own life that hadn't been enough either. He still worked enough that he could be brought online again with a spare part from another PL600. It was good for him now he supposed, but he still hated how he'd tried to prevent any of that from happening and it still had.
"I--" There's so much he wants to say. That he's so glad he's able to see, for lack of a better word, him again. That he's happy he's not dead. That he knew if anyone could save them it was Markus. That he's sad he couldn't be there to help them during it all. That he lo--
"Thank you, for coming to take me home." Where ever that would be now. It didn't matter, home would be where ever Markus was.
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Connor, yes. He knows who that is now. Sort of. The Deviant Hunter, he'd used him to find Markus, to kill him. He hated to even think of that scenario, that he could have been the reason for Markus possibly being killed. Thankfully that hadn't been the outcome of their fateful meeting, Markus made Connor see that he didn't have to follow what humans wanted him to do any longer. Now he was like them, deviant. Free.
He couldn't truly hate Connor for what he'd done, he'd only been following orders, he wasn't yet himself. Still, the fact he can feel resentment for it, it only proves further that he's alive just like any human. It's not something he's proud of, but it's hard not to feel that. There's a lot of things he feels right now, about Connor, about his guilt concerning Jericho, Markus' words to him, but it's easier to focus just on Markus right now.
It's usually what Simon fell back on. Focus on Markus, on their people, throwing himself a pity party wouldn't fix anything. He'll fit his own hand a top of Markus', fingertips curling very slightly into the skin of his hand.
"... I don't blame you either, Markus. You did what you thought was best for Jericho." In hind sight it would have been better if Markus had shot him, but in the end even after he'd taken his own life that hadn't been enough either. He still worked enough that he could be brought online again with a spare part from another PL600. It was good for him now he supposed, but he still hated how he'd tried to prevent any of that from happening and it still had.
"I--" There's so much he wants to say. That he's so glad he's able to see, for lack of a better word, him again. That he's happy he's not dead. That he knew if anyone could save them it was Markus. That he's sad he couldn't be there to help them during it all. That he lo--
"Thank you, for coming to take me home." Where ever that would be now. It didn't matter, home would be where ever Markus was.