[She doesn't know what "programming" is, no matter how hard she tries. She's able to recognize that he's not human, he isn't made of flesh and blood and bones like she was... but he acts just like a human, and she...
Can't wrap her head around... computer brains.]
... No.
[So Konoha is honest. She doesn't understand at all.]
Connor is nice to me... and to other people... But saying someone's bad just because they're a "deviant"... That's like how some jinba hate all humans for what just some humans did to them... Or how some humans think jinba are just beasts because that's what they were just told...
[Her voice is conflicted, her body language small despite her large size, unsure in this realm of "agency" and "programming" and "objectives", but...
She'd told Arenvald she'd help. And even if she hadn't...
It's not something she can overlook without at least trying to make him understand.]
[There’s another growing need to argue the point, another immediate reaction that comes to the forefront of his mind, to battle logic versus her own logic. Konoha’s right. She doesn’t understand. It’s not that simple. It’s as he said, he doesn’t have the luxury of deciding what’s wrong or right. He has his list of commands, of expectations, and he’s nothing more than a broken android if he can’t follow them. If he can’t mold himself to fit a space that seems lined with more and more sharp edges these days.
She doesn’t understand. How could she?
Connor’s still, in that way that only an android can manage; quiet, saying nothing at first. He lets it linger, and then—]
Do you know what happens to androids that can’t fulfill their purpose? That fail their missions?
Maybe it's because of the silence that preceded it, the way he phrased it, his tone... Konoha isn't sure, but.]
... No.
[But her mind jumps in paranoia to the worst thing she can imagine- to the stories she'd heard of the wars, and what had happened to jinba who "failed".
[Connor speaks evenly, each word enunciated as clear as glass, but there’s something about the look in his eyes, the line of his brow, that reveals a little more than the machine he’s just trying to portray.
Admitting this much, the implication of it, is as good as seeing past the thick sheen of coping mechanisms. Of wrapping himself up in a hard reality that has to come true if he just keeps telling himself the same thing over and over.
A little openness, for Konoha to see the insecurity inside.]
In my case, I’ll be sent back to CyberLife. They’ll deactivate me, go through my code, try to figure out what went wrong. Why I failed. They’ll take me apart piece by piece, engineers and designers turning me over in their hands, pointing out the flaws. The errors.
[He looks at her directly, keeping her eyes locked with his.]
I can’t fail. I have to complete my mission, and I can’t allow myself the... leniency you want me to have. I’m sorry.
[He says a lot of things that sound like he wants her to think he's not human, that he doesn't feel and love like people do... and then he looks at her with that face, and that expression.
It's about what her imagination lept to- the stories of jinba being "put down" when injured or if they'd outlived their usefulness. Of having their arms lopped off to make them dependent on humans if they were disobedient. Bred and sold for war or further breeding. It's just translated to... metal people.
So even if she doesn't understand the same way he does... She feels the fear of it, the worry, and finds that sympathy has brought tears to her eyes, a tremble to her lips. Even though she still doesn't think it's right, still has thoughts as to deviants and Connor... She also doesn't want to cause him pain or worry pressing it, at least not now, so- Her hands find places on his shoulders, squeezing.]
... I don't understand, but I won't let anyone take you apart while you're here.
[There was no "Cyberlife", and as strong as she is, she doesn't have any experience fighting, but she still says it like a promise... but it doesn't feel like enough, so suddenly she's embracing him instead, holding tight.]
[Her touch on his shoulders, he registers the pressure of fingers pressed into the cloth of his uniform. Her words might as well cut through him, how poignantly they ring. How much meaning they carry behind them, someone wanting to protect him when Konoha had no real way to.
Connor’s still, so very still. Unsure how to process it, wanting to gravitate towards the comfort she’s trying to provide, while willfully trying to throw up walls against it. To ensure her that he can’t budge on this, and there are reasons why. Some kept closer to the chest than others.
And then she pulls him into a hug.
And he can’t — he just can’t — try to remain stoic, detached. It’s only the second time anyone’s tried to hug him, the first being Arenvald after his systems had threatened to shut down on Struxta, in a fit of relief. But this is different. This is worry wrought from circumstances back home, this is Konoha feeling sad for his sake.
(Why does everyone here care so much about him?)
He closes his eyes, brow tight, an arm coming up to loop around Konoha’s back.]
Here isn’t the problem.
[You’re not a failure. She’s wrong about that, too. None of this should be so hard, but it is. He shouldn’t make her feel this way, but he does.]
[Konoha has many talents, as mundane as some of them are... and one of them is hugging.
She holds Connor tight, her hold decidedly strong but at the same time gentle, never too tight but tight enough to feel, her chin resting on his shoulder and nuzzling just slightly, fingers finding hold in his jacket, not yet willing to let go. Not when he still sounds like that.]
Here might be all we have anymore.
[She's scared of her own things, too. Different things, like the possibility of never getting back home, but still scared. And when she'd been scared in Struxta... Connor had been there. When she'd been scared in the lake caves... Connor had been there.]
[There's the sting of potential truth in that. This this place, this Temple, this jumping from world to world and mission to mission, might end up being all they know. The thought of being so far from home, so permanently detached, wells up the usual mode of conflict — he has to return, he needs to complete his mission, he needs to see things through to the end, he needs to show Amanda that he can do what he was designed to do without fail. Because failure would rend him into so many pieces until he wasn't himself any longer, until all that was left of him were design notes and outdated schematics stored on some barely-used server within the confines of CyberLife HQ.
And then there's that other inclination, stowed away in the back of his mind, prowling around like some unwanted predator looking to sink its thousands of teeth into concurrent logic. That he's experienced so much here, met so many. That losing all of it in a bid to return home would feel like a part of him gutted, carved out and left in the Temple while the rest of him snaps back into the reality of Detroit, reborn as a half-complete thing.
She’s holding onto him tightly, and it would be nice, maybe, to believe that she could help him. And while the moment is anchoring, he knows that the instant he pulls away—
(He pulls away, gently, arm moving to gently press against her shoulder, leaning back.)
—that time will have reset, and nothing will have changed.
(Nothing has.)]
Konoha, you can’t. [He looks up at her, trying to erase the hardness in his features, schooling it into an expression that’s too-neutral, too much like what only an android can manage.] Thank you, but… you just can’t.
[Dropping his arm down, fingers curling loosely at his sides—] Can you promise me something?
[She doesn't want to let go. Not just because she didn't think her hug had sunk in enough yet, but also because it had been doing her the favor of hiding her emotional facial expression. Konoha wasn't ashamed of those feelings, of feeling sympathy or empathy for other people, and the supposed "weakness" that came with that... But she thought Connor might not want to se it.
But she can't force him to stay in the embrace, and now they're apart and her eyes are on her fingers lacing than on the flat expression he now has.]
I could try.
[She would try.
Any other time she would have just said "yes", of course she'd keep the promise. Now, though?]
[Don’t look at him like that, Konoha. All he can see, all he can hope to interpret, are signs of him disappointing her. He can barely steel himself to look at the strain and despondency sketched across her face. Can barely force himself to look anywhere else but her features, but manages by way of some small, unfortunate miracle, made only easier because she won’t meet his own gaze.]
Promise me you won’t tell anyone else.
[That glimpse into what ails him. He’ll barely admit to it himself.]
What I just said… if you’d please keep it to yourself.
[She wants to tell. Wants to tell Arenvald, who she'd said she would help support Connor with... she didn't understand, but whatever was troubling him. Wants to tell Mikuni, to ask for his advice...
But the idea that it might hurt Connor if she did, that she might lose the trust of someone she considered a friend despite how much he professed to not feel things like love the same way people did...
Konoha sadly extends her pinky finger and holds it up to swear.]
[It's all he needs to know. It doesn't make him feel better, not by even a fraction of a degree, but it just means that he can wrap himself back up into how he felt before they had this conversation, that this crack in the armor won't be relayed to the others, so then all the better for it.
It's not a gesture that he's used to, but he knows the meaning behind it. Reaching up with his hand, in an almost too-perfect gesture he hooks a pinky around hers.]
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Can't wrap her head around... computer brains.]
... No.
[So Konoha is honest. She doesn't understand at all.]
Connor is nice to me... and to other people... But saying someone's bad just because they're a "deviant"... That's like how some jinba hate all humans for what just some humans did to them... Or how some humans think jinba are just beasts because that's what they were just told...
[Her voice is conflicted, her body language small despite her large size, unsure in this realm of "agency" and "programming" and "objectives", but...
She'd told Arenvald she'd help. And even if she hadn't...
It's not something she can overlook without at least trying to make him understand.]
Don't... Don't you think that's bad?
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[There’s another growing need to argue the point, another immediate reaction that comes to the forefront of his mind, to battle logic versus her own logic. Konoha’s right. She doesn’t understand. It’s not that simple. It’s as he said, he doesn’t have the luxury of deciding what’s wrong or right. He has his list of commands, of expectations, and he’s nothing more than a broken android if he can’t follow them. If he can’t mold himself to fit a space that seems lined with more and more sharp edges these days.
She doesn’t understand. How could she?
Connor’s still, in that way that only an android can manage; quiet, saying nothing at first. He lets it linger, and then—]
Do you know what happens to androids that can’t fulfill their purpose? That fail their missions?
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Maybe it's because of the silence that preceded it, the way he phrased it, his tone... Konoha isn't sure, but.]
... No.
[But her mind jumps in paranoia to the worst thing she can imagine- to the stories she'd heard of the wars, and what had happened to jinba who "failed".
Was "programming" just... fear?]
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Admitting this much, the implication of it, is as good as seeing past the thick sheen of coping mechanisms. Of wrapping himself up in a hard reality that has to come true if he just keeps telling himself the same thing over and over.
A little openness, for Konoha to see the insecurity inside.]
In my case, I’ll be sent back to CyberLife. They’ll deactivate me, go through my code, try to figure out what went wrong. Why I failed. They’ll take me apart piece by piece, engineers and designers turning me over in their hands, pointing out the flaws. The errors.
[He looks at her directly, keeping her eyes locked with his.]
I can’t fail. I have to complete my mission, and I can’t allow myself the... leniency you want me to have. I’m sorry.
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It's about what her imagination lept to- the stories of jinba being "put down" when injured or if they'd outlived their usefulness. Of having their arms lopped off to make them dependent on humans if they were disobedient. Bred and sold for war or further breeding. It's just translated to... metal people.
So even if she doesn't understand the same way he does... She feels the fear of it, the worry, and finds that sympathy has brought tears to her eyes, a tremble to her lips. Even though she still doesn't think it's right, still has thoughts as to deviants and Connor... She also doesn't want to cause him pain or worry pressing it, at least not now, so- Her hands find places on his shoulders, squeezing.]
... I don't understand, but I won't let anyone take you apart while you're here.
[There was no "Cyberlife", and as strong as she is, she doesn't have any experience fighting, but she still says it like a promise... but it doesn't feel like enough, so suddenly she's embracing him instead, holding tight.]
You're not a failure.
i give up you win
Connor’s still, so very still. Unsure how to process it, wanting to gravitate towards the comfort she’s trying to provide, while willfully trying to throw up walls against it. To ensure her that he can’t budge on this, and there are reasons why. Some kept closer to the chest than others.
And then she pulls him into a hug.
And he can’t — he just can’t — try to remain stoic, detached. It’s only the second time anyone’s tried to hug him, the first being Arenvald after his systems had threatened to shut down on Struxta, in a fit of relief. But this is different. This is worry wrought from circumstances back home, this is Konoha feeling sad for his sake.
(Why does everyone here care so much about him?)
He closes his eyes, brow tight, an arm coming up to loop around Konoha’s back.]
Here isn’t the problem.
[You’re not a failure. She’s wrong about that, too. None of this should be so hard, but it is. He shouldn’t make her feel this way, but he does.]
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She holds Connor tight, her hold decidedly strong but at the same time gentle, never too tight but tight enough to feel, her chin resting on his shoulder and nuzzling just slightly, fingers finding hold in his jacket, not yet willing to let go. Not when he still sounds like that.]
Here might be all we have anymore.
[She's scared of her own things, too. Different things, like the possibility of never getting back home, but still scared. And when she'd been scared in Struxta... Connor had been there. When she'd been scared in the lake caves... Connor had been there.]
But even if it isn't... I'll protect you.
[She just needs to figure out how.]
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And then there's that other inclination, stowed away in the back of his mind, prowling around like some unwanted predator looking to sink its thousands of teeth into concurrent logic. That he's experienced so much here, met so many. That losing all of it in a bid to return home would feel like a part of him gutted, carved out and left in the Temple while the rest of him snaps back into the reality of Detroit, reborn as a half-complete thing.
She’s holding onto him tightly, and it would be nice, maybe, to believe that she could help him. And while the moment is anchoring, he knows that the instant he pulls away—
(He pulls away, gently, arm moving to gently press against her shoulder, leaning back.)
—that time will have reset, and nothing will have changed.
(Nothing has.)]
Konoha, you can’t. [He looks up at her, trying to erase the hardness in his features, schooling it into an expression that’s too-neutral, too much like what only an android can manage.] Thank you, but… you just can’t.
[Dropping his arm down, fingers curling loosely at his sides—] Can you promise me something?
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But she can't force him to stay in the embrace, and now they're apart and her eyes are on her fingers lacing than on the flat expression he now has.]
I could try.
[She would try.
Any other time she would have just said "yes", of course she'd keep the promise. Now, though?]
... Promise you what?
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Promise me you won’t tell anyone else.
[That glimpse into what ails him. He’ll barely admit to it himself.]
What I just said… if you’d please keep it to yourself.
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But the idea that it might hurt Connor if she did, that she might lose the trust of someone she considered a friend despite how much he professed to not feel things like love the same way people did...
Konoha sadly extends her pinky finger and holds it up to swear.]
I promise.
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It's not a gesture that he's used to, but he knows the meaning behind it. Reaching up with his hand, in an almost too-perfect gesture he hooks a pinky around hers.]
...Thank you.