'...its only protocol was to shoot and convert the Hunter. Speech could have been manually input by an operator.' Markus explained for what felt like was the hundredth time to Hank.
'What about the teleporting bullshit?'
'You already know what I think.'
'If it's so complicated to control one of them, why would they make two just for a magic trick?'
'To confuse you! Their goal was to kill you!'
'There's easier ways to cause a distraction.' Hank mumbled. Markus pretended he didn't hear that. 'I'll still be on the lookout for one.' he said louder.
'Don't forget to shoot real enemies.' Markus uttered before leaving to check on the "army".
But instead of quickly thinking of a speech to raise spirits, he approached Kara.
'I saw the Hunter almost shoot you yesterday. I wanted to ask if all of your wounds were tended to?'
'Mhm, I'm fine.' She replied as she was handing out guns. She refused to look at Markus, to which he hardened his stare.
'I'm alive, aren't I?'
'And that's the weirdest thing/'
Kara paused for a moment, then continued weapon distributing with new speed. Markus followed her as she went to get another box.
'The news reached here.' He went on. 'The android sweep in Canada. They found exactly 120,561 androids living in the country, disguised as humans. Maybe more.
'I think 120,562 androids were living there.'
Kara didn't even flinch.
'You weren't alone when you left for Canada. And I'm not entirely sure what forced you to return to Detroit alone. But you don't have to fight for us.'
Kara finally looked at him.
'I'm not fighting for you.'
Markus looked into her eyes for a moment, then sighed in frustration.
'What's so charming about him that good people lay their lives down for him?'
'How would you know.'
He gave her one last look.
'Your choice.'
And went on. Kara mumbled under her breath.
So why do you bother?