[Looks like CIri is just going to have to stand there with two skewers, because Markus will die on this hill. Sometimes it’s just the principle of the thing; a different story if he were starving, potentially, but he’s in no such state. He had sadly eaten a little before his encounter with this ashen haired woman.]

If I’m hungry later, then that’s not an issue. I can manage.

[Hunger is such a debilitatingly human thing, and Markus has learned to not let it reach the point where it gnaws at one’s insides, where it threatens to take over thought and focus. Biology is hard-wired to revolve around survival, which isn’t surprising. But indefinitely inconvenient when it comes to eating three square meals a day.]

Let me ask you something. Are you interested at all in finding out just what’s… happened to us?

[To everyone brought to this world. The how’s and why’s.]