( marc has no such scruples. his mind's been messed with enough times that he barely spares a thought to it, and he's died enough times that he thinks that— well, if the android's beyond repair, it's not as if he's going to miss any of his memories. working with the dead is nothing new.

still.

strange earns a sidelong glance and a shrug as if to say 'whatever, suit yourself'. it's not him that's going to be doing the work, so his thoughts on it don't matter quite as much. it'd be different if they themselves seemed to be in imminent danger, but as it stands — luckily — they don't.

not that it stops him from remarking, ) Robot memories aren't anything like human ones. If I knew where they were saved, I could take them out to access them later. ( probably. maybe. with the right equipment. then— )

I've had my dreams messed with before. I wouldn't call that pleasant, either.