[Waking up for androids isn't a process all that far off from what humans endure or express: minor senses return to life first— touch, hearing— he's aware of her presence even in his suspended state before she moves to rest beside him, eyelids slow to flutter open regardless. His reserves are low, he can count out the seconds before his body shuts down entirely (part of him— the human part, so desiccated from loss— only briefly chases the suggestion of letting it happen). Markus strains to lift his hand, to cant his head lower and gesture towards the bag she's brought with her.]
Thirium. [Corrected a moment later with its broader terminology:] Blue Blood.
[The rest can wait. It can wait exactly fifty-six seconds— fifty-five—]
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Thirium. [Corrected a moment later with its broader terminology:] Blue Blood.
[The rest can wait. It can wait exactly fifty-six seconds— fifty-five—]