[ he keeps pace with connor, and as the hunter places his handgun to the side, simon tips north's favorite rifle down, letting it slip from his hands until the barrel has been left on the floor and all he is using it for -- is a crutch to lean on, his hands folded one over the other, lingering at the very butt of the handle. like this, connor will still be able to retrieve and fire, long before simon is able to raise his own gun and put the hunter in his sights. ]

How many times have you ceased functionality, Connor?

[ it is a question, in response to another question. what simon wants is not something he's given voice to, not even to markus himself. perhaps he has no wants, no personal desires. he is closer to connor, closer to machine, than he is to the rest of jericho. all he needs to do now, is buy them all time.

a pause, and then something more. in this, his tone is a little sweeter, like talking to something young and confused. or young, defiant. ]

I want to know more about you, before I meet my end. Call it... a flaw in my system.