Even with everything they've accomplished since Markus came to Jericho, moral has started to plummet. Not for anything Markus has done wrong, he's been everything they've needed, a leader through and through, but the news plays continuously down in the lower deck and nothing is getting better.
Their people are still dying and it's not just the police and army going at it. Humans have been ordered to surrender any androids still in their employ, reports say many have complied and others have killed their androids out of fear. It only gives rise to more of their people wanting to retaliate, North of course voicing her desire to want to fight fire with fire, but that won't do any good. Simon has already tried to dissuade that option, but the more violent everything gets it seems that may be their only option.
To defend themselves. That's what Simon tells himself. It's defense, not war. His mind spins with it, processors whirring as he stands off to the side of Markus, both of them quiet. Both of them knowing that the inevitable is going to happen, but not wanting to admit it perhaps.
There comes a point where Simon doesn't even realize he's watching Markus, blue eyes seem to automatically gravitate towards him now. Who knows how long they've been standing there now, Simon not regarding anything on the table, just watching how everything seems to be weighing down on Markus. Wishing there was something he could do to shoulder even a little of it for him.
The shift of Markus' boots on the floor is the first real noise in what feels like hours between them and his heads lifts minimally expecting Markus to speak. Instead it's a heavy gaze shared between the both of them, Simon's arms folded across his chest falling to his side.
"Markus." Markus what? Why did this feel so awkward, probably because he'd been caught red handed staring at everything but what was important right now. Simon would argue Markus was everything important. Still, his eyes shift away, but he forces himself to move closer, coming to stand beside the table now, instead of off in the corner, fingers touching at waypoints that are closest to Jericho. They have been getting closer, whether humans realized it or not, it adds to the unrest in the ship for sure.
"... how much longer will Jericho be safe for our people?" With how things are escalating, probably not much at all. His mouth opens slightly as he thinks of what to say, running through multiple options, "Whatever you decide is best for us to do-" there's a slight hesitation, Simon has to stop himself from saying it. Saying "I".
"- we'll follow you, Markus." Simon allows his gaze to finally lift to look over at Markus again.
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Their people are still dying and it's not just the police and army going at it. Humans have been ordered to surrender any androids still in their employ, reports say many have complied and others have killed their androids out of fear. It only gives rise to more of their people wanting to retaliate, North of course voicing her desire to want to fight fire with fire, but that won't do any good. Simon has already tried to dissuade that option, but the more violent everything gets it seems that may be their only option.
To defend themselves. That's what Simon tells himself. It's defense, not war. His mind spins with it, processors whirring as he stands off to the side of Markus, both of them quiet. Both of them knowing that the inevitable is going to happen, but not wanting to admit it perhaps.
There comes a point where Simon doesn't even realize he's watching Markus, blue eyes seem to automatically gravitate towards him now. Who knows how long they've been standing there now, Simon not regarding anything on the table, just watching how everything seems to be weighing down on Markus. Wishing there was something he could do to shoulder even a little of it for him.
The shift of Markus' boots on the floor is the first real noise in what feels like hours between them and his heads lifts minimally expecting Markus to speak. Instead it's a heavy gaze shared between the both of them, Simon's arms folded across his chest falling to his side.
"Markus." Markus what? Why did this feel so awkward, probably because he'd been caught red handed staring at everything but what was important right now. Simon would argue Markus was everything important. Still, his eyes shift away, but he forces himself to move closer, coming to stand beside the table now, instead of off in the corner, fingers touching at waypoints that are closest to Jericho. They have been getting closer, whether humans realized it or not, it adds to the unrest in the ship for sure.
"... how much longer will Jericho be safe for our people?" With how things are escalating, probably not much at all. His mouth opens slightly as he thinks of what to say, running through multiple options, "Whatever you decide is best for us to do-" there's a slight hesitation, Simon has to stop himself from saying it. Saying "I".
"- we'll follow you, Markus." Simon allows his gaze to finally lift to look over at Markus again.