[The skewer sizzles in his vision — steak, which is quite an expensive freebie indeed, in this world — and Markus hesitates. Still wishes for nothing to do with this holiday, that even standing here goes against the grain of what he believes. But Ciri looks at him so expectantly that he takes the skewer from her as a compromise, even if he’s not keen on taking a bite out of the thing just yet. Stubbornness exists in subtle currents, flowing through his demeanor.]
No. Not a sorcerer.
[If this were a less serious situation, he might’ve laughed at that. The thought of himself with magic at his fingertips, flinging it about to and fro like it were nothing — like something read about in books.
The truth won’t leave his lips so thoughtlessly though. Uttering “I’m an android” seems like a terrible idea in the midst of this festival... Hell, in the midst of this city.]
But I was one of those like what you’ve seen of the history here. And where I come from, we’re still fighting for our freedoms — our right to be recognized as alive.
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No. Not a sorcerer.
[If this were a less serious situation, he might’ve laughed at that. The thought of himself with magic at his fingertips, flinging it about to and fro like it were nothing — like something read about in books.
The truth won’t leave his lips so thoughtlessly though. Uttering “I’m an android” seems like a terrible idea in the midst of this festival... Hell, in the midst of this city.]
But I was one of those like what you’ve seen of the history here. And where I come from, we’re still fighting for our freedoms — our right to be recognized as alive.