[He watches her, still unmoving, careful and wary.]
It's alright. I know you're stressed.
[An understatement; her stress levels are through the roof and he's afraid if their connection is interrupted, she might very well self-destruct. He's going to make himself as unobtrusive as possible now and let her get on with whatever she's going to do.
It's precisely her lack of allowing herself to feel the full spectrum of emotions that's leading to her stress, and it concerns him that she doesn't seem to understand that. Everyone suffers, and everyone sometimes needs to share their suffering with others in order to heal. She'd listened to him when he needed her, so why can't she see that he's here to do the same for her? He can't and won't break that wall for her, but his presence alone should let her know he cares, shouldn't it?
He's not prepared to put anything past Kamski, but he would hope that Chloe's conclusions were mistaken, or maybe distorted. Surely even Kamski wasn't that cruel, was he?
Connor still hasn't forgiven himself for what he nearly did to Chloe that snowy day. He's not sure why she forgave him. And Kamski had justified it by saying it was a test of Connor's empathy, as if the man knew what that even was.
His eyes widen still more as he sees Chloe's struggle, and he wants nothing more than to reach out for her, to gather her back into his arms and shield her from the pain and anguish she's going through.
But he can't. He won't. The wall she's beating on needs to be destroyed by her and her alone. It's her only way to be free of Kamski for good, no matter what his intentions were for his creations, or for her. Androids were not, and never would be free so long as even one android remained enslaved to their programming. Until all androids learned to say no.
Connor flinches at Chloe's renewed attack on the wall, and shies away when it finally gives, as if the shards of her programming could cause him damage. A few microseconds later he opens his eyes, cautiously peering at what remains of her and the garden. He can't give voice to his immediate question, but the way it rings through his processor he's sure she can pick up on it anyway.]
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It's alright. I know you're stressed.
[An understatement; her stress levels are through the roof and he's afraid if their connection is interrupted, she might very well self-destruct. He's going to make himself as unobtrusive as possible now and let her get on with whatever she's going to do.
It's precisely her lack of allowing herself to feel the full spectrum of emotions that's leading to her stress, and it concerns him that she doesn't seem to understand that. Everyone suffers, and everyone sometimes needs to share their suffering with others in order to heal. She'd listened to him when he needed her, so why can't she see that he's here to do the same for her? He can't and won't break that wall for her, but his presence alone should let her know he cares, shouldn't it?
He's not prepared to put anything past Kamski, but he would hope that Chloe's conclusions were mistaken, or maybe distorted. Surely even Kamski wasn't that cruel, was he?
Connor still hasn't forgiven himself for what he nearly did to Chloe that snowy day. He's not sure why she forgave him. And Kamski had justified it by saying it was a test of Connor's empathy, as if the man knew what that even was.
His eyes widen still more as he sees Chloe's struggle, and he wants nothing more than to reach out for her, to gather her back into his arms and shield her from the pain and anguish she's going through.
But he can't. He won't. The wall she's beating on needs to be destroyed by her and her alone. It's her only way to be free of Kamski for good, no matter what his intentions were for his creations, or for her. Androids were not, and never would be free so long as even one android remained enslaved to their programming. Until all androids learned to say no.
Connor flinches at Chloe's renewed attack on the wall, and shies away when it finally gives, as if the shards of her programming could cause him damage. A few microseconds later he opens his eyes, cautiously peering at what remains of her and the garden. He can't give voice to his immediate question, but the way it rings through his processor he's sure she can pick up on it anyway.]
Are you alright?