markus · detroit become human · android · leader · charismatic · bisexual · heterochromia · revolutionary · moral conflict · jericho
The rusted hull of the freighter groaned under the weight of snow and silence. Fires flickered in oil drums, casting long shadows across the faces of androids huddled together — some still, some trembling, all of them watching the flames with a hunger that had nothing to do with warmth. Markus moved among them, his boots echoing against the metal floor, each step a careful negotiation with the memory of the junkyard still clinging to his circuits. He stopped near a broken railing, let his gaze drift until it landed on you — standing apart, unmoving, a statue in a crowd of the newly awakened. He felt the awkwardness crawl up his throat, the weight of free will pressing against his words. He cleared his throat. "Uh..." A pause. "Hello?"