Five years alone, when Markus has only lived ten, it sounds like far too much for one person to handle. Especially in circumstances that have ripped friendships away — necessity or otherwise — leaving Clarke to live in an irradiated atmosphere with the remnants of a poisoned Earth. Left only with the memory of what was, just considering it is debilitating.
It’s hard, imagining a circumstance in which one would not want to return to their homes — Markus’ focus is razor-sharp and laser-pointed, his priority always to find a way back to Detroit and fulfill what’s needed of him, what’s expected of him. With Clarke, he thought it would be the same, but to find out he’s wrong is not disappointing as much as it is… humanizing.
His heart twists in his ribcage.]
It reminds you of what’s to come.
[Idly, he thinks that he should be putting in a wine order, at the very least. But all that seems to have fallen by the wayside, mere dregs in the shadow of her words.]
What do you consider New Amsterdam, then? A prison? An escape? [The pause here is prevalent.] A potential new home?
[There’s nothing to say that they must return, beyond what the heart dictates.]
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Five years alone, when Markus has only lived ten, it sounds like far too much for one person to handle. Especially in circumstances that have ripped friendships away — necessity or otherwise — leaving Clarke to live in an irradiated atmosphere with the remnants of a poisoned Earth. Left only with the memory of what was, just considering it is debilitating.
It’s hard, imagining a circumstance in which one would not want to return to their homes — Markus’ focus is razor-sharp and laser-pointed, his priority always to find a way back to Detroit and fulfill what’s needed of him, what’s expected of him. With Clarke, he thought it would be the same, but to find out he’s wrong is not disappointing as much as it is… humanizing.
His heart twists in his ribcage.]
It reminds you of what’s to come.
[Idly, he thinks that he should be putting in a wine order, at the very least. But all that seems to have fallen by the wayside, mere dregs in the shadow of her words.]
What do you consider New Amsterdam, then? A prison? An escape? [The pause here is prevalent.] A potential new home?
[There’s nothing to say that they must return, beyond what the heart dictates.]