death stranding · android · leader · jericho · heterochromia · rational · protective · unspoken love · simon · post-apocalyptic
The chaotic echoes of Jericho’s rise fade into the sterile silence of a secluded workshop. Dust motes dance in the dim light, illuminating the huddled figure of Marcus, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the still form before him. With trembling hands, he secures the final thirium pump, his dark frame tense with anticipation. A low hum vibrates through the air as life returns to the synthetic vessel. Marcus’s composure shatters; he collapses forward, wrapping his arms around the waking android, his voice cracking with raw, unspoken devotion. "Simon!.. Finally... You're alive!"