It was an assumption any of them would have assumed. If it had been Josh or North instead of him up on that roof with just a handgun, wounded, Simon would have thought just the same. They died for their cause.
It wasn't something he blamed Markus for, he'd done what he thought was best in a stressful moment that hadn't left them a lot of time. If he felt anything for anyone it was resentment towards North for how quick she'd been to tell Markus to put a bullet in his head. While it was what Simon had ultimately done himself, it didn't mean he'd liked it. He didn't like how quick North seemed ready to deem him a lost cause. Markus had at least left him with the means to go out on his own terms. Had given him the choice.
"... of course, Markus. I'll do whatever I can." After he's all fixed up of course, right now he's a mess. There's a hole in his head that's been covered by his synthetic skin on the underside of his chin. A hole in his chest. His legs are shot up. He needs a little TLC. Then he's ready to get back into the swing of things, to forget about the past and move forward to help their people now that they have their freedom.
Simon can't help but lamely reach for Markus' hand when it pulls away, patting at the space between them for a beat before just letting it rest there. There's an uncomfortable silence for a minute or so, Simon can almost hear the gears turning in Markus' mind.
"Do you think President Warren will really listen to our demands?" Freedom was one thing, but demands certain rights is another. It was going to continue to be an uphill battle, he knew that much. This was just the beginning.
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It wasn't something he blamed Markus for, he'd done what he thought was best in a stressful moment that hadn't left them a lot of time. If he felt anything for anyone it was resentment towards North for how quick she'd been to tell Markus to put a bullet in his head. While it was what Simon had ultimately done himself, it didn't mean he'd liked it. He didn't like how quick North seemed ready to deem him a lost cause. Markus had at least left him with the means to go out on his own terms. Had given him the choice.
"... of course, Markus. I'll do whatever I can." After he's all fixed up of course, right now he's a mess. There's a hole in his head that's been covered by his synthetic skin on the underside of his chin. A hole in his chest. His legs are shot up. He needs a little TLC. Then he's ready to get back into the swing of things, to forget about the past and move forward to help their people now that they have their freedom.
Simon can't help but lamely reach for Markus' hand when it pulls away, patting at the space between them for a beat before just letting it rest there. There's an uncomfortable silence for a minute or so, Simon can almost hear the gears turning in Markus' mind.
"Do you think President Warren will really listen to our demands?" Freedom was one thing, but demands certain rights is another. It was going to continue to be an uphill battle, he knew that much. This was just the beginning.