As much as Markus didn't want to admit it, there was another version of himself standing right in front of him. Mismatched optics scanned around his face, showing an expression of half-concern and half-confusion as he tried to figure out the right words to use. He asked him who he was, but it was clear that he was... Markus. Everything about him screamed that. Each individual android had different names despite having the same face, yet this was not the same case, was it? Markus was alarmed. He knew if he still had his LED, then it would be flashing red just from this knowledge alone.

"My name is Markus." The other one spoke clearly, though it seemed he was simply testing himself out. Markus couldn't help but notice that he had the old colored eyes he used to have, while he had mismatched ones. It wasn't a surprise consdiering he was the one thrown in the junkyard after being shot by those cops the night Leo decided to take matters into his own hands. Would this Markus know anything about that? He couldn't help but wonder this, but the question never came to his lips.

Instead, he waited for the other android to speak again and that didn't take very long because he seemed as distressed as he was. 

"Who... what are you?" The android asked him, which made him purse his lips. "You look like me..." The other Markus gently touched his coat, clearly concerned about this himself, but he wasn't sure what he thought would happen. Would he think this was just a mirror? A dream? Androids didn't dream, at least not in that way, but he wasn't entirely sure what was running through his mind. 

He was worried this was nothing but a trick. Despite Elijah creating Markus as a gift for Carl, he realized Cyberlife could do the same. Still... what would they hope to gain from something like this? To make the deviants look bad? If so, then they did a horrible job. This Markus looked confused and acted like he had no idea about the world around him.

Markus wondered if they shared the same memories or if the only thing this android was aware of was his name. Did he know about the deviants? Jericho? Carl? Where did this Markus come from? Markus had so many questions, but knew he couldn't overload him with them otherwise that could end veyr bad for the both of them. He just had to be patient. He had to be calm.

"I'm Markus and I'm the same as you." He finally said, deciding the silence was probably enough. Markus didn't want to confus the poor android even more, but he wasn't sure how to be callous about this whole thing. It was difficult to stand there and stare at himself when he thought he was the only RK200 that ever existed. He felt a little unsettled, though he knew there wasn't much he could do in this moment. Perhaps they didn't need to stand out in the open where humans could stare at them and figure them out. Markus was the leader of the deviants after all.

He looked around and was relieved to see that no one paid much attention to them. "I don't know what's going on, but we need to get out of here. The humans don't take too kindly to our kind." Markus was unsure if he would follow after him, but maybe he would trust... himself. For now, all he could do was get him and the other Markus to safety. But that gave him a questionable dilemma. Should he take this Markus back to Jericho or hide him somewhere else? He didn't need anyone else in Jericho having a panic attack because another one of him existed.

Deciding it didn't matter, Markus gripped the android's arm to nudge him along. "Come on, we'll be safe in Jericho."