[Connor takes another step back, looking cornered; he wraps his arms around himself, hugging tightly and shivering. His gaze falls to the floor, off to the side, away from her.]

Why are you being nice to me? I nearly killed you. I nearly killed them all. Everything was almost ruined because of me. I know you hate me, just like they all do. Why are you pretending?

[His voice has risen, almost hysterical as he tries to make himself as small as possible in the face of her inevitable cutting anger. And why shouldn't she be angry? He's the Deviant Hunter, isn't he? The other androids' worst nightmare, the boogeyman that creeps in the dark. Why shouldn't she hate him as much as he hates himself?]