[Lucina’s queries slowly narrow and begin to point to the true crux of the issue. That the question is not whether these emotions are real, how one android interprets it versus another; instead, that Connor’s purpose is to find them, as dictated by the company that created him. That the reasoning, continually growing wan with the passage of time and experience, means little in the face of failure. Of Amanda’s chastisement, utilizing gently cutting words of direction and disappointment both.

Something about it makes him stop, looking at Lucina with a cinched brow and a straight back.]

Because we’re machines, Lucina. We don’t feel, we aren’t created with the intent of becoming more than what we were made to do. That is simple statement of fact.