oblivion [d:bh]

six

february 18, 2038

he looked back up at markus, taking a step back. how was he going to do this? if sympathy was willing to be on his side, even after their whole argument- things wouldn't go over well if she saw (or found out about) markus getting killed. what if he died before he could get to him? how would she react? he would just be replaced, but that would be his only chance at getting to the deviant leader.

he'd have to go alone.

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it wasn't long before the rebuilt version of rk800 joined them, something markus had began to talk about once conan had stepped out of the conversation. the android wasn't perfect, sure, but it still shot him that cold glare he was used to getting when it's eyes met his.

"anywho-" markus' voice drifted into his thoughts, causing him to straighten his posture to seem the slightest bit intimidating. the rk800 did the same, and he couldn't tell if it was out of mockery or competition. "north found a model from who knows where; we just tweaked a few things and transferred connor's memory over to him." he gestured towards the android, watching as sympathy turned to look with teary eyes.

conan hated how markus used the word him. the android had no human qualities, so it was the correct pronoun.

sympathy ran over to it, immediately enveloping it in a hug, in which it returned. as conan watched the scene unfold, though, he felt the corners of his mouth raise in the slightest bit. she seemed.. happy. happier than he had ever seen her before.

software instability ^

sympathy began to cry harder, and conan took notice to the way its jacket bunched in in her grip. she was holding something back, but what was it? his question was shortly answered as she pulled away, hitting lightly as its chest.

"why didn't you ever tell me you did this?!" she choked out through her cries, wiping at her eyes. markus furrowed his eyebrows, trying to get her to stop smacking him.

"we tried getting to you, but you wouldn't answer. when you finally picked up i didn't want you to wait any longer, so i decided to meet with you the next d- jesus christ stop hitting him-" during their quarrel, conan had walked forward, grabbing sympathy by the wrist and yanking her back.

sympathy yelped, shooting him a glare. "listen to markus," he told her, his grip tightening in the slightest. "it's best you stop." as he waited for her to comply, or for her to just start whining again- he found himself studying rk800's face. it looked exactly like him, except it had brown eyes and a different suit. though, the model was quite short compared to him. it still kind of creeped him out, to be completely honest.

he could see markus smirk out of the corner of his eye, and sympathy saw it to. she stopped hitting it, pushing herself out of conan's grasp.

"what?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes at him.

markus snickered, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. "nothing," he replied, dragging out the 'o'. "it's just the fact that you love both of them now, sorry not sorry-"

sympathy's cheeks blew out, her face flushing red. "you ass!"

it was markus' turn to get hit, but the android was laughing through it. sympathy didn't seem half as amused, shouting what sounded like insults at him. the rk800 was looking between them both, obviously confused- but joined in on the laughter sooner or later.