( It's an alarming scene. After a moment of contemplation, it dawns on Chloe that it isn't Connor himself that is alarming but the unpredictability. The doubts to his deviancy are eradicated as she can't imagine Connor the Deviant Hunter, Connor the Machine, acting as he is now.

She sees the same in him as she did at the masquerade; fear and pain too genuine to be anything other than the truth.

Her immediate instinct is to offer comfort, yet he seems in a state where an offered hand could be interpreted as a hand ready to strike him. It keeps her rooted to the spot to avoid any misreading of any movement. Her eyes stay on him but it's the ever gentle Chloe gaze. )

Connor, listen to me, okay? I'm not pretending. I don't hate you. I'm being nice to you because I want to be. I don't know your pain but I do know how it feels to be afraid. I'm sorry. I'm sure I'm making it worse for you. I just... I wouldn't want you to feel like you're alone.