[Connor is murmuring to himself, pieces of a minor but annoying puzzle coming together in his mind.]
But he did, didn't he? He gambled with your life on the thread of a hope. A very human, very careless thing to do. He could so easily have been wrong, and then what? Had I wanted- [He stops, breathing through his nose in a snort that might have been faint amusement.] Had I wanted. Hank believed in me more than I did. He's the one who saved your life. If you ever see him again, you should thank him. I had an angel and a devil sitting on my shoulders, and the devil almost won. Kamski shouldn't have- did he know? [I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. You never know...] He knew about Amanda...
[Connor had a different God in his life; Cyberlife was so much more powerful than a single man, so much more potent a threat to his existence. It hadn't been courage or bravery that made him defy Kamski, though in that one instance he and Cyberlife shared the same aims had Connor obeyed. No, he was right the first time- Chloe owed her life to Hank's influence, not to Connor himself. She shouldn't have trusted Connor at all; there was no guarantee which side of him would win out, and he had been so very torn. He too wanted to make his God happy, to earn Amanda's praise, until earning Hank's had become more important- and ironically, it meant that he would become less perfect as a result -the kind of partner Hank preferred.
Connor folds his hands, steepling his index fingers and bringing his fists to his lips, tapping them absently as he rolls ideas through his processor.]
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But he did, didn't he? He gambled with your life on the thread of a hope. A very human, very careless thing to do. He could so easily have been wrong, and then what? Had I wanted- [He stops, breathing through his nose in a snort that might have been faint amusement.] Had I wanted. Hank believed in me more than I did. He's the one who saved your life. If you ever see him again, you should thank him. I had an angel and a devil sitting on my shoulders, and the devil almost won. Kamski shouldn't have- did he know? [I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. You never know...] He knew about Amanda...
[Connor had a different God in his life; Cyberlife was so much more powerful than a single man, so much more potent a threat to his existence. It hadn't been courage or bravery that made him defy Kamski, though in that one instance he and Cyberlife shared the same aims had Connor obeyed. No, he was right the first time- Chloe owed her life to Hank's influence, not to Connor himself. She shouldn't have trusted Connor at all; there was no guarantee which side of him would win out, and he had been so very torn. He too wanted to make his God happy, to earn Amanda's praise, until earning Hank's had become more important- and ironically, it meant that he would become less perfect as a result -the kind of partner Hank preferred.
Connor folds his hands, steepling his index fingers and bringing his fists to his lips, tapping them absently as he rolls ideas through his processor.]