[He nods, not looking at either of their LEDs, now collecting mud and rain as they face the sky. Markus brings himself up to his feet, solemn, yet reaching out to offer Arthur a hand up once more.]
A place called Jericho. A safe haven for androids like us. [Apparently, at least.] Have you heard of it?
[A small chance that Arthur might've heard whispers on the wind; he can't be sure.]
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A place called Jericho. A safe haven for androids like us. [Apparently, at least.] Have you heard of it?
[A small chance that Arthur might've heard whispers on the wind; he can't be sure.]