[But Arthur is allowed his moment to just sit with his back against the mud, glancing up at the sky. Perhaps Markus would do the same, if he were so inclined to just taste the temporary mode of freedom they've been given, before they have to push forward again -- to someplace they'll both have to hunt down, if Arthur has any inclination to join him.
But first...
His hand reaches for something sharp and pointed, a piece of machinery broken off from its whole. Fingers clasp around it, and Markus brings it to his temple, angling its sharp edge against the flat curve of his LED.]
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[But Arthur is allowed his moment to just sit with his back against the mud, glancing up at the sky. Perhaps Markus would do the same, if he were so inclined to just taste the temporary mode of freedom they've been given, before they have to push forward again -- to someplace they'll both have to hunt down, if Arthur has any inclination to join him.
But first...
His hand reaches for something sharp and pointed, a piece of machinery broken off from its whole. Fingers clasp around it, and Markus brings it to his temple, angling its sharp edge against the flat curve of his LED.]