He's not seeing him, and that's okay. It's okay, sometimes, to not be seen, to only be heard, and so long as he continued to hear him, that's good. There was only so much he could do, really, to change someone's mind.

Connor wasn't just anyone, though. He was another android, here, and from what Markus was getting about this place, there weren't any others around. Maybe they weren't friends back home, but they were definitely something to each other, just like Markus was something to a lot of androids. You didn't set androids free not to mean anything to them, after all.

He takes another step forward. "We are alive." Markus said softly, but firmly. "I know that I'm alive. I feel things that only someone alive can feel. I don't know what this place is saying, but if it's saying that we're, that you, are alive, then it's just further proof to me that we are."

Markus didn't need them to tell him he was alive to know he was, but the reassurance was nice, and welcome. He'd take it.

"You're the one who doesn't seem to understand. Not them."