While he was listening, and there was a part of his system that absorbed and remembered all that he heard, Markus was still stuck on one part of what Connor had said. He snapped out of his reverie just a little bit to see the fish with surprise. You just didn't expect fish to come out of little plastic balls, especially fish that big. And ones that smile and wave at you, and Markus just looks at it with disbelief.
Because seriously, what the fuck. Was that even really a fish? It didn't look like any kind of fish that was in his data bank. It looked like some kind of monster animal, not really a fish, and it brought him out of the creeping feeling that was beginning to fall over him at what Connor had said before.
Just barely. Markus stopped walking, feeling himself withdraw into himself. Connor had to no reason to lie about Carl, he thought, because while it would throw him off balance, it didn't actually do anything to help with his mission. And the way that he was talking about Carl, it was like everything was fine. Normal. That things hadn't gone the way that they had, and Carl was....
Alive. "You're mistaken, Connor." Markus said softly, unable to keep the sadness out of his voice. "Carl's dead. He's not well enough to be questioned, because he's dead. He died the same night I was shot. I was there when it happened." His friend-- his father died in his arms, and as much as Markus would love to live in the world where that wasn't true, it was.
He'll try to break him in slowly
Because seriously, what the fuck. Was that even really a fish? It didn't look like any kind of fish that was in his data bank. It looked like some kind of monster animal, not really a fish, and it brought him out of the creeping feeling that was beginning to fall over him at what Connor had said before.
Just barely. Markus stopped walking, feeling himself withdraw into himself. Connor had to no reason to lie about Carl, he thought, because while it would throw him off balance, it didn't actually do anything to help with his mission. And the way that he was talking about Carl, it was like everything was fine. Normal. That things hadn't gone the way that they had, and Carl was....
Alive. "You're mistaken, Connor." Markus said softly, unable to keep the sadness out of his voice. "Carl's dead. He's not well enough to be questioned, because he's dead. He died the same night I was shot. I was there when it happened." His friend-- his father died in his arms, and as much as Markus would love to live in the world where that wasn't true, it was.