[Chloe's ghosts are older and more deeply ingrained than his own, but being able to put any of them to rest, even one more minor to her than to him, would be a relief to him as well- for both their sakes.

Her hand in his is warm, offering a measure of security that he's needed since his arrival but hasn't found until now. He's not consciously aware that he's still grasping her hand, or that he's folded his other hand over their entwined fingers. He's drawing strength from her without meaning to, stability for his emotional fragility. When she's ready, he'll listen to the stories she wants to share in turn. Isn't that part of what should make a good negotiator, the ability to listen? His fingers tighten around hers briefly and he purses his lips before taking a breath and settling himself. With a short, careful nod, he relaxes his posture and gazes at her reflection in the glass.]

I've done terrible things, Chloe. Software instability is the very least of it, as troublesome and dangerous as it was to me. But the consequences of it- they could have been disastrous, not only for me but for the entirety of the Revolution.

[It isn't Chloe- Connor isn't convinced his own deviancy itself wasn't planned and programmed into him by Cyberlife. He's already seen what could happen if Cyberlife had been able to retake control of him; not just a slave, but a deviant slave (even if that slave only thought he was deviant)- one poised to take over leadership of the Revolution in the name of Cyberlife. It was enough to give him chills- no pun intended -if he dwelled on it too much. As much as he wants to believe Chloe, right now he just. Can't.]

Maybe. If I had been able to discover how deviancy works like Cyberlife wanted me to, I could give a more definitive answer. I'm not saying you're wrong, but right now I just don't know.

[Although he didn't have pet Sumo while Hank was in the bathroom changing before they went to the Eden Club, so maybe Chloe is onto something?]