( His reaction has her study him in silence for a little while. He seems… uncertain. Uncomfortable. Yes, the presence of a deviant is no doubt uncomfortable but she wouldn’t have thought it would be in this fidgety way. More of a stern you’ll-get-what-you-deserve aura. The confidence of doing what should be done because programming dictates it as so.
What is he thinking, exactly? None of it seems to add up to lulling her into a false sense of security. And really, why would he? The Deviant Hunter has a job to do, not games to play.
The logical conclusion is that perhaps Connor isn’t as much of a machine as he’s making out to be. Which then begs the question of why. Why act like a machine in front of her, a suspected, and now admitted, deviant? Fears of CyberLife being able to monitor somehow, even from here? An attempt to correct his own deviant leanings?
Or perhaps the answer is simple – a machine knows exactly what it is and what it is to do.
Her expression softens to match her voice, and she keeps her hand on his arm for the moment. )
Why are you afraid of yourself, Connor?
( A more direct question than she would normally ask, but the processing he seems to be doing shouldn’t be stalled by politeness.
And maybe there’s a wanting to know if her lingering fears needs to remain, too. )
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What is he thinking, exactly? None of it seems to add up to lulling her into a false sense of security. And really, why would he? The Deviant Hunter has a job to do, not games to play.
The logical conclusion is that perhaps Connor isn’t as much of a machine as he’s making out to be. Which then begs the question of why. Why act like a machine in front of her, a suspected, and now admitted, deviant? Fears of CyberLife being able to monitor somehow, even from here? An attempt to correct his own deviant leanings?
Or perhaps the answer is simple – a machine knows exactly what it is and what it is to do.
Her expression softens to match her voice, and she keeps her hand on his arm for the moment. )
Why are you afraid of yourself, Connor?
( A more direct question than she would normally ask, but the processing he seems to be doing shouldn’t be stalled by politeness.
And maybe there’s a wanting to know if her lingering fears needs to remain, too. )