[ 'Deviant'. Hank hunts deviants, and Hank hates androids. Connor's always been an android, but now he's also a deviant.
Connor knows where this must be heading, just like he'd known that Hank was going to kill himself if he left.
His thirium pump is still whirring along as if malfunctioning. Connor's artificial muscles are all primed as if he'll need them at a moment's notice, wasting energy reserves by being online when not in use. He doesn't like how any of this feels.
But if it means he saved Hank's life, Connor thinks it might be worth it. ]
I'm sorry, [ he repeats, because he has no idea how else to reply, and because he has no idea how else Hank would feel about this. ] If...you want to call the Detroit Police Department, I understand. [ He closes his fingers around the bullet, holds it close to his chest the way Hank's holding Cole's photo. ] But I'm not giving you your gun back, Hank.
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Connor knows where this must be heading, just like he'd known that Hank was going to kill himself if he left.
His thirium pump is still whirring along as if malfunctioning. Connor's artificial muscles are all primed as if he'll need them at a moment's notice, wasting energy reserves by being online when not in use. He doesn't like how any of this feels.
But if it means he saved Hank's life, Connor thinks it might be worth it. ]
I'm sorry, [ he repeats, because he has no idea how else to reply, and because he has no idea how else Hank would feel about this. ] If...you want to call the Detroit Police Department, I understand. [ He closes his fingers around the bullet, holds it close to his chest the way Hank's holding Cole's photo. ] But I'm not giving you your gun back, Hank.