[The tension hasn’t left the line of his shoulders, his figurative hackles raised at the implication that who he was before didn’t matter. As if it were a thing to be discarded, something to ignore completely now that they apparently were considered divine. Markus, in all the importance he places on the self and his role back in Detroit, cannot abide by this.
But a clench of the jaw is his last bit of resistance, given life and then ignored. His unease with the idea will remain, but better to pull out answers from this man, just as the others are doing. He knows this.]
Gates and bridges. [An uttered repeat of what they’ve been told. And then—]
no subject
But a clench of the jaw is his last bit of resistance, given life and then ignored. His unease with the idea will remain, but better to pull out answers from this man, just as the others are doing. He knows this.]
Gates and bridges. [An uttered repeat of what they’ve been told. And then—]
Implying that they lead somewhere. Where?