[I meant without our help, Connor. Let's...talk about this later.]
"I think I will. I've never seen a cow in person." Markus snorted a little laugh, knowing that comment might sound childlike. He was only a few years old, to be fair. He'd tell her that too if he thought she'd believe him. "Detroit is nothing like a small town, especially not in 2038. Without the revolution, we may have gone our whole...lives without meeting."
Markus tipped his head to side and stole a quick glance at Connor. "Unless I got into trouble with the police anyway."