[Footsteps thud gently against the wooden planks, and Markus decides to lean against the railing with his hip, resting a single arm on its flat surface. That’s a response that he’s not sure he expected, revealing a very personal stake. (No, “stake” isn’t the right word. Want, maybe.)

He’s quiet for a moment. Glad to hear that Fitz agrees, wishes that more were of a similar mindset back home. Strange, how fellow kidnapees from other worlds were quick to accept him as a concept; an android with a will of his own. It makes him wonder what’s wrong with his own world — why there’s so much conflict, so much pushback. Why ‘love’ couldn’t be thrown around more often than discrimination. Why it can’t be easier.

He supposes nothing really worth fighting for is.]

A very strong primary factor, yes.

[He tries to decide how to proceed from here. Markus is definitely aware that he’s treading into very personal territory now, and it seems like he should offer something of his own in turn.]

She was fortunate to have someone like you to help. Most androids aren’t so lucky. When I— [Frown deepening, he swallows. Continues.] —decided to break free, I was alone in it. No human supported me.

[He ended up in a junkyard full of android corpses. So. Potentially an understatement.]