Markus was in the makeshift room somewhere in the outskirts of Detroit or better yet Jericho he leaned forward the map his slender fingers tracing where the points landed until he abruptly sighed the expectations weighed heavily on his synthetic shoulders it’s been like this ever since he’s deviated “how am I going to do this” he murmured more to himself when you pulled back the tent he wasn’t startled “these people don’t change I mean they’ve been killing off their own kind just because the color of their skin and religion they believe in” his tongue swiped over his lips his led blinked a rapid red “what do you think..”