[The point catches against his LED, and Markus frowns as he levers it off. How neatly it’s removed, how quickly his false skin smooths over where it once was, like nothing had gone missing at all. He looks at it for a moment, the light fading away — it was more than just a means to blend in, it was something more than that. Even now, he can feel this certainty living in his chest, that this little marker designed to show the humans that he was other, lesser, has been detached from his body in a fit of defiance.
Markus sucks in a breath that the doesn’t need, then hands the metal object to Arthur, eyes flicking over to him.]
…I have an idea of where to go from here. But I don’t know how easy it’s going to be.
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Markus sucks in a breath that the doesn’t need, then hands the metal object to Arthur, eyes flicking over to him.]
…I have an idea of where to go from here. But I don’t know how easy it’s going to be.