[The smallest tilt of a head, the usual cyclical flicker of his LED, a steady blue.]
You don’t have to apologize for anything, Prompto. It isn’t information you’re obligated to give to anyone, even if you think they're trustworthy.
[Connor is trying to fathom the issue from a human perspective. In which they put value upon individuality, on each one being different from the rest, not ‘created’ like Prompto is telling him now. But Connor, impossible to detach him from his synthetic roots, cannot quite relate to he discomfort it might bring a young man like his friend before him.
But he can understand it from a purely logical standpoint, which might be all that the other needs.]
I’m of course glad you didn’t end up to be like them. But your origins… they’re definitely not as important as the life you currently lead now, your choices or experiences that you’ve already made.
[Connor leans forward a little, hands still laced together on the table.]
Where I’m from, back in Detroit, there are other RK800s like me. Set to standby in case— Well. In case something detrimental happens to my current body. But there, as they are, they’re not… [He pauses, trying to find the words, forever skirting a personal line he’s still uncomfortable with crossing, caught between that and wanting to offer some mode of comfort.] …they’re still not me. They don’t have just that: my memories and experiences. The knowledge gathered from my own personal path I’ve undertaken.
So maybe the question I should ask you — a sincere one, not criticizing, mind — is why does it matter if that’s where you’ve come from? You’re not a Magitek Trooper. You’re very much a human. I don’t think it’s anything to be especially ashamed of.
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You don’t have to apologize for anything, Prompto. It isn’t information you’re obligated to give to anyone, even if you think they're trustworthy.
[Connor is trying to fathom the issue from a human perspective. In which they put value upon individuality, on each one being different from the rest, not ‘created’ like Prompto is telling him now. But Connor, impossible to detach him from his synthetic roots, cannot quite relate to he discomfort it might bring a young man like his friend before him.
But he can understand it from a purely logical standpoint, which might be all that the other needs.]
I’m of course glad you didn’t end up to be like them. But your origins… they’re definitely not as important as the life you currently lead now, your choices or experiences that you’ve already made.
[Connor leans forward a little, hands still laced together on the table.]
Where I’m from, back in Detroit, there are other RK800s like me. Set to standby in case— Well. In case something detrimental happens to my current body. But there, as they are, they’re not… [He pauses, trying to find the words, forever skirting a personal line he’s still uncomfortable with crossing, caught between that and wanting to offer some mode of comfort.] …they’re still not me. They don’t have just that: my memories and experiences. The knowledge gathered from my own personal path I’ve undertaken.
So maybe the question I should ask you — a sincere one, not criticizing, mind — is why does it matter if that’s where you’ve come from? You’re not a Magitek Trooper. You’re very much a human. I don’t think it’s anything to be especially ashamed of.