"Human," Markus echoes, trying to work the implications of it around his teeth.
That kind of weight, that kind of grief, it doesn't feel normal. He doesn't see how it could be, even with the concept of loss standing as a fresh, steady constant. Unlike the glossy renderings of skulls in Carl's study, or the LEDs that had littered the floor beneath Lucy's heels, there's nothing beautiful about it.
It compounds.
"I won't have time to stay with him." And it sounds colder than he means for it to, despite being the truth. Despite the languid rhythm of his voice as he follows the direction of Kamski's stare.
"But you're wrong about Leo- Carl was never his role model."
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That kind of weight, that kind of grief, it doesn't feel normal. He doesn't see how it could be, even with the concept of loss standing as a fresh, steady constant. Unlike the glossy renderings of skulls in Carl's study, or the LEDs that had littered the floor beneath Lucy's heels, there's nothing beautiful about it.
It compounds.
"I won't have time to stay with him." And it sounds colder than he means for it to, despite being the truth. Despite the languid rhythm of his voice as he follows the direction of Kamski's stare.
"But you're wrong about Leo- Carl was never his role model."