Conflicting emotions well up at that. Gratitude, really, and difficulties blaming Fitz for wanting to treat it like the fragile subject it was. It tugs his mouth into a frown, pressing his gaze forward as they come across the same little wooden bridge from before. But Markus never wants to live obliviously; never wants to be sheltered from the truth of any situation, no matter how harsh or difficult to process it might be. This makes him feel indignant, led astray by censored information, and the two sides meld with each other to create something frustratingly complicated.
He thinks on how to reply, and while they don’t stop at the bridge this time, a single hand comes out to glide along the railing as they walk.]
I can’t blame you for that. And maybe it’s my own fault for leading you to believe that I would’ve taken it badly. What I told you about my past isn’t the whole of who I am, or what I’m trying to… do for my kind. [Maybe there’s been two instances of withholding information. Markus, in his caution, only illuminating pieces of himself at a time — different than Connor, in that way.]
When it comes to AI life interacting with humanity, whether for good or ill, I want to know the consequences of it. It’s relevant to me. I don't care if the experiences themselves originate from another world altogether.
[He exhales, feeling exhausted across each nerve ending, but keeping his shoulders aligned.]
So, please. Tell me exactly what happened, and let me choose how to feel about it.
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Conflicting emotions well up at that. Gratitude, really, and difficulties blaming Fitz for wanting to treat it like the fragile subject it was. It tugs his mouth into a frown, pressing his gaze forward as they come across the same little wooden bridge from before. But Markus never wants to live obliviously; never wants to be sheltered from the truth of any situation, no matter how harsh or difficult to process it might be. This makes him feel indignant, led astray by censored information, and the two sides meld with each other to create something frustratingly complicated.
He thinks on how to reply, and while they don’t stop at the bridge this time, a single hand comes out to glide along the railing as they walk.]
I can’t blame you for that. And maybe it’s my own fault for leading you to believe that I would’ve taken it badly. What I told you about my past isn’t the whole of who I am, or what I’m trying to… do for my kind. [Maybe there’s been two instances of withholding information. Markus, in his caution, only illuminating pieces of himself at a time — different than Connor, in that way.]
When it comes to AI life interacting with humanity, whether for good or ill, I want to know the consequences of it. It’s relevant to me. I don't care if the experiences themselves originate from another world altogether.
[He exhales, feeling exhausted across each nerve ending, but keeping his shoulders aligned.]
So, please. Tell me exactly what happened, and let me choose how to feel about it.