[The voice startles him, almost as much as Arthur’s eyes opening, looking at him with something akin to desperation; so poignant in this awful place that he can notice it clearly behind clouded lenses. Markus’ hand retracts, as if nearly caught in a trap, and his fingers gently curl inwards as he truly looks down at the face of the android who had just spoken his name.
He recognizes him. Remembers him. The MA700. The android who filled in for the physician who couldn’t make it. Who saw to Carl, spoke to him, tended to him on that sunny day—
(Carl. Carl. Something sharp clenches around his chest, having nothing to do with the malfunctioning regulator. It hurts, in ways that are raw and impossible to describe.)]
Arthur? What-
[Eyes flick to the pile of discarded parts he rests against. He performs a cursory scan of the other, and readings come up garbled, but semi-informative. Limbs broken, not functional. Beyond repair.]
What happened to you?
[How did he end up here along with the rest of them? Along with him? How did normalcy turn into... this for them both?]
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He recognizes him. Remembers him. The MA700. The android who filled in for the physician who couldn’t make it. Who saw to Carl, spoke to him, tended to him on that sunny day—
(Carl. Carl. Something sharp clenches around his chest, having nothing to do with the malfunctioning regulator. It hurts, in ways that are raw and impossible to describe.)]
Arthur? What-
[Eyes flick to the pile of discarded parts he rests against. He performs a cursory scan of the other, and readings come up garbled, but semi-informative. Limbs broken, not functional. Beyond repair.]
What happened to you?
[How did he end up here along with the rest of them? Along with him? How did normalcy turn into... this for them both?]