[ Technically, Lucina could argue that human ingenuity is the origin point of foul magic... but she does take his meaning. ]
Alright.
[ Her voice croaks across the word. She dampens her throat with more tea before continuing - ]
How should I think of you, Connor?
[ It's an evenly stated question. She's leaving it entirely in his hands, probably. If he decides he wants to identify as unicornkin, now is the time. ]
[Well. Here's the issue with Connor, and he even told Hank something similar (though the man doesn't remember): he is whatever others make him out to be. A machine, an individual, or just a tool to be used, in order to achieve a purpose. He has no agency over his own identity, or so he believes.
[ Connor, that is too much responsibility for her! Lucina inhales softly - her angry, swollen throat protesting the gesture - as she mulls over her reply. ]
...
As a friend.
[ It doesn't take that much thought, in the end. ]
[ Her smiles are not quite the rare things they used to be but their presence is still something not insignificant, leaving her face looking a little younger and graceful than it might otherwise - or, just as accurately, leaving her looking as young as she is. ]
I'm glad to hear of it.
[ it, uh, it doesn't really settle her crisis about his existence but whatever
she'll deal, that's what princesses do ]
I suppose I should go lie down before I risk infecting you. [ Just go with it. ] You'll return the bracelet to me once it is functional?
[Designed as he is, looks don’t get past Connor, significant or otherwise. Her smile seems to be a novelty, easing her usual serious features. His smile remains, as if to encourage it, to make certain it doesn’t fade quickly — gladness always pings as positive, and positive experiences and associations are what any human would prefer, in the end.
He nods, succinctly.]
Of course. Don’t let me keep you. Just promise to not push yourself too hard.
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Alright.
[ Her voice croaks across the word. She dampens her throat with more tea before continuing - ]
How should I think of you, Connor?
[ It's an evenly stated question. She's leaving it entirely in his hands, probably. If he decides he wants to identify as unicornkin, now is the time. ]
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Thanks, CyberLife. Thanks, Amanda.]
How do you prefer to think of me?
[He says it with a faint smile.]
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...
As a friend.
[ It doesn't take that much thought, in the end. ]
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Hard to know how to parse that, until it isn’t. That he has more than a few here who would call him a friend, and so why should he deny them of that?]
I see.
[He thinks he may be glad for it, though.]
Then that’s how you should view me. As your friend — simple enough.
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I'm glad to hear of it.
[ it, uh, it doesn't really settle her crisis about his existence but whatever
she'll deal, that's what princesses do ]
I suppose I should go lie down before I risk infecting you. [ Just go with it. ] You'll return the bracelet to me once it is functional?
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He nods, succinctly.]
Of course. Don’t let me keep you. Just promise to not push yourself too hard.
I’ll find you when there’s news about your watch.