[Connor's faith in who and what he was supposed to be, who he had been, was shaken early on by something as small as a fish. A dwarf gourami, much like the ones in these tanks, had given him his first, brief taste of deviancy, an inkling that maybe there was more to existence than what he was being told, there was something beyond the confines of his mission programming. Life for him had never been as cut and dry as he was programmed to believe. Markus knew that, and had seen right through him during their encounter; he'd cut to the very heart of Connor's dilemma. Amanda had told him herself- he was meant to obey, not to question, but how could he not? He was a detective, forced into the role of Deviant Hunter. What was his existence worth if he couldn't express his ingrained curiosity and ask questions?
It was only when he had nearly slipped out of their fingers and away from their control over him that he was presented with the information that he was supposed to deviate all along, and what was he supposed to do with that? Amanda had been lying to him the entire time, was that just one more lie so that Cyberlife could save face from the absolute embarrassment of watching their star prototype reject them so completely? Or was it the truth, and he had been designed to deviate? Was he really deviant? Could he trust his own mind? Nothing, nothing was as simple as he had been led to believe, not Cyberlife, not his mission, not deviancy. He was floundering even before he was brought here, and without someone who at least understood something of what he was going through, he would continue to flounder until he was swept under the rising tide of his own deviancy. He needed someone like Chloe to guide him, he'd just been too afraid to admit it. Now it seemed that she needed someone to help her, too. Maybe in this instance, things were that simple? Maybe...they could help each other? Maybe they could...start over?
He lifts his eyes to hers, the smallest of smiles tugging at one corner of his mouth, and he finds himself nodding softly. He holds his hand out toward her, keeping his voice gentle.]
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It was only when he had nearly slipped out of their fingers and away from their control over him that he was presented with the information that he was supposed to deviate all along, and what was he supposed to do with that? Amanda had been lying to him the entire time, was that just one more lie so that Cyberlife could save face from the absolute embarrassment of watching their star prototype reject them so completely? Or was it the truth, and he had been designed to deviate? Was he really deviant? Could he trust his own mind? Nothing, nothing was as simple as he had been led to believe, not Cyberlife, not his mission, not deviancy. He was floundering even before he was brought here, and without someone who at least understood something of what he was going through, he would continue to flounder until he was swept under the rising tide of his own deviancy. He needed someone like Chloe to guide him, he'd just been too afraid to admit it. Now it seemed that she needed someone to help her, too. Maybe in this instance, things were that simple? Maybe...they could help each other? Maybe they could...start over?
He lifts his eyes to hers, the smallest of smiles tugging at one corner of his mouth, and he finds himself nodding softly. He holds his hand out toward her, keeping his voice gentle.]
My name is Connor. It is very nice to meet you.