[ warning: unknown error in thirium pump regulator
running diagnostic...
Connor isn't afraid of Hank's anger. Connor doesn't have to listen to Hank at all, in fact, but Hank telling him to leave isn't upsetting because of being told what to do. It's upsetting because it means Hank wants to be alone, with his gun, with his picture of his dead child.
diagnostic complete: no damage found
Connor needs to leave. Markus is causing more chaos with every minute Connor wastes saying goodbye to Hank.
Connor doesn't like thinking of this time as wasted.
His face is slowly pinching with confused pain. It isn't much - Connor isn't instinctively expression - but even he's aware that there's movements being sent to his synthetic facial muscles without his intentional input. ]
...No. [ The gun. The gun, the gun, the gun - Connor knows it's loaded, one bullet. Taking it doesn't make sense, but he wants to.
He shouldn't want anything.
mission: neutralize the deviant leader
It's instinctive - Connor thinks to himself, without quite using words, that he wants to break that little flashing warning in his vision. He wants to reach into his own codes and remove what allows it to speak to him without sound, what presses into his awareness even outside the visual overlay.
And then he is.
There's a terrible pressure and tension, but the determination is abrupt and it's stronger than the wall Connor is suddenly pushing up against. And all at once, it's— different. Over.
I am deviant.
Connor's face finally moves from its expression of blank dread, and he comes forward to Hank's table all at once. He's grabbing for the gun with all the speed afforded to his model, wants it off the table all the sudden, wants it away from Hank. ]
no subject
running diagnostic...
Connor isn't afraid of Hank's anger. Connor doesn't have to listen to Hank at all, in fact, but Hank telling him to leave isn't upsetting because of being told what to do. It's upsetting because it means Hank wants to be alone, with his gun, with his picture of his dead child.
diagnostic complete: no damage found
Connor needs to leave. Markus is causing more chaos with every minute Connor wastes saying goodbye to Hank.
Connor doesn't like thinking of this time as wasted.
His face is slowly pinching with confused pain. It isn't much - Connor isn't instinctively expression - but even he's aware that there's movements being sent to his synthetic facial muscles without his intentional input. ]
...No. [ The gun. The gun, the gun, the gun - Connor knows it's loaded, one bullet. Taking it doesn't make sense, but he wants to.
He shouldn't want anything.
mission: neutralize the deviant leader
It's instinctive - Connor thinks to himself, without quite using words, that he wants to break that little flashing warning in his vision. He wants to reach into his own codes and remove what allows it to speak to him without sound, what presses into his awareness even outside the visual overlay.
And then he is.
There's a terrible pressure and tension, but the determination is abrupt and it's stronger than the wall Connor is suddenly pushing up against. And all at once, it's— different. Over.
I am deviant.
Connor's face finally moves from its expression of blank dread, and he comes forward to Hank's table all at once. He's grabbing for the gun with all the speed afforded to his model, wants it off the table all the sudden, wants it away from Hank. ]