[ Even if the means are as unspeakably terrible as that, and the creation of MTs was only a fraction of the Empire's atrocities. But he need not go into it any further. Connor has already heard enough about it to reach his own conclusion, and Prompto...
He's tired, and digging into the past, even at a forced distance, is taxing. He drags his spoon around in the remnants of his soup, another moment passing before he speaks up again. ]
Now you can kinda see why it threw me when I first met the androids on Struxta. Guys like you really weren't what I was expecting. I mean, if you didn't have that light on your head, you could totally pass for human, dude.
[ Maybe a sheltered and inquisitive human, but still. ]
[As clear as the words spoken are to Connor, so is Prompto's constant shifting of body language. If anything else, this rings more clearly to the android, whose priority -- despite his growing curiosities, his constant questions he has lined up in his mind -- is to focus on the wellness and betterment of this young man's health. Not to stress him out.
He's tired. He's sick. This is a conversation that isn't doing him any favors, and the prudent thing would be to let up on the gas pedal... just a tad.]
Yes, I imagine your own experiences with robotic beings had its own set of expectations. But if it's any consolation, all the android members of the Circle have not proven hostile or otherwise mindless. Not that I've gathered.
More than willing to help humans, at least. Myself included.
[ Prompto is quick to agree, as to not leave any doubt to his impressions of the Circle's androids. As strange as it had been for him at first, Prompto is the last person to want to make anyone feel like they're being judged based off of some preconceived notion about them. Connor and the others probably get enough of that as it is. It's not easy, being different, being unlike those that surround you. ]
O-oh, I-I know! Don't worry. I'm sure Astoria wouldn't bring anyone harmful into the Circle. And...I don't ever wanna make you or any of the others feel like you're not one of us. Of course you are.
[ That's not even a question. Honestly, in this ragtag group of individuals from different dimensions, Prompto feels more at ease than he often did socially back home. Go figure. ]
And...thanks for answering my questions. I don't wanna pester you too much.
[ Especially after he went out of his way to bring him food and tissues! ]
[One of them? What a thought, one that he hadn't tried to specifically imply. Connor is content with being useful to the others, with being a vehicle to aid their missions along their paths; being a part of a group, accepted as one of them is nice, but... to hear it spoken in such a way is a little unexpected.
He seems briefly affected by it, falling into just a moment of silence, but offering a grin that looks sincere enough.]
Thank you, Prompto. I never thought that you were. I only wanted to assure you that I'll never be- [What? A mindless machine? His LED spins.] -a hollow machine, with no consideration for those that I've become friendly with.
[But he shakes his head.]
You're not pestering me. You're always welcome to ask as many questions as you like. And if you need me for anything else, please don't hesitate to call on me.
[ At last his smiles, however weary and faint, his posture far more relaxed than it had been moments ago. For all this is a difficult topic for him to navigate, that really didn't go too poorly, did it? Rather, it was insightful — challenging, sure, and he still has more he could say about it, but...for now, he allows himself a modicum of pride for broaching the subject at all. Maybe he's...getting the hang of this, after all. ]
You got it, man. I owe you, like, ten billion favors after this. [ For what he'd brought with him, and for the conversation. ] Just don't forget to take care of you, too, yeah?
[ Whatever that means for Connor. It's a lesson Prompto has hard-learned, and it seems prudent to pass it on at times like these. ]
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[ Even if the means are as unspeakably terrible as that, and the creation of MTs was only a fraction of the Empire's atrocities. But he need not go into it any further. Connor has already heard enough about it to reach his own conclusion, and Prompto...
He's tired, and digging into the past, even at a forced distance, is taxing. He drags his spoon around in the remnants of his soup, another moment passing before he speaks up again. ]
Now you can kinda see why it threw me when I first met the androids on Struxta. Guys like you really weren't what I was expecting. I mean, if you didn't have that light on your head, you could totally pass for human, dude.
[ Maybe a sheltered and inquisitive human, but still. ]
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He's tired. He's sick. This is a conversation that isn't doing him any favors, and the prudent thing would be to let up on the gas pedal... just a tad.]
Yes, I imagine your own experiences with robotic beings had its own set of expectations. But if it's any consolation, all the android members of the Circle have not proven hostile or otherwise mindless. Not that I've gathered.
More than willing to help humans, at least. Myself included.
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O-oh, I-I know! Don't worry. I'm sure Astoria wouldn't bring anyone harmful into the Circle. And...I don't ever wanna make you or any of the others feel like you're not one of us. Of course you are.
[ That's not even a question. Honestly, in this ragtag group of individuals from different dimensions, Prompto feels more at ease than he often did socially back home. Go figure. ]
And...thanks for answering my questions. I don't wanna pester you too much.
[ Especially after he went out of his way to bring him food and tissues! ]
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He seems briefly affected by it, falling into just a moment of silence, but offering a grin that looks sincere enough.]
Thank you, Prompto. I never thought that you were. I only wanted to assure you that I'll never be- [What? A mindless machine? His LED spins.] -a hollow machine, with no consideration for those that I've become friendly with.
[But he shakes his head.]
You're not pestering me. You're always welcome to ask as many questions as you like. And if you need me for anything else, please don't hesitate to call on me.
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You got it, man. I owe you, like, ten billion favors after this. [ For what he'd brought with him, and for the conversation. ] Just don't forget to take care of you, too, yeah?
[ Whatever that means for Connor. It's a lesson Prompto has hard-learned, and it seems prudent to pass it on at times like these. ]