[She eats, and Markus just stands and watches as she asks him What's changed? His reply comes out evenly, without much hesitation.]
Everything.
[This isn't the sort of response spoken for the sake of dramatics, a declaration of the wrongs done to him. He means it sincerely -- it feels like everything has changed, when your insides that had once been mechanical are now made of flesh and bone and sinew. Warmth and sensitive nerve endings and the thrum of a heartbeat in the cage of his chest; a much different sort of steadiness compared to what used to be a Thirium pump.]
Those battles might have happened a long time ago, but that doesn't invalidate their relevancy to someone like myself. Just because my body has changed doesn't mean the core of who I am is any different.
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Everything.
[This isn't the sort of response spoken for the sake of dramatics, a declaration of the wrongs done to him. He means it sincerely -- it feels like everything has changed, when your insides that had once been mechanical are now made of flesh and bone and sinew. Warmth and sensitive nerve endings and the thrum of a heartbeat in the cage of his chest; a much different sort of steadiness compared to what used to be a Thirium pump.]
Those battles might have happened a long time ago, but that doesn't invalidate their relevancy to someone like myself. Just because my body has changed doesn't mean the core of who I am is any different.