[ You are acting outside of your designated purpose. This is clearly an unacceptable malfunction. The words hit him harder than the motive itself. Because he could have spoken them. Because he sees so much of who he was before coming here in that simple statement.
Daniel, telling him that he'd lied. Carlos Ortiz's android begging him not to tell where he was hiding. The deviant with that little girl running into the freeway and desperately, with every fiber of his being, wanting to go after her to stop her. His finger on the trigger ready to kill Kamski's assistant and hating himself that he couldn't because -- it's just a machine, what did it matter.
He waits until Han leaves, until everyone is done talking, and then he walks over to the bird and picks it up gently, as if holding something fragile and precious. hunched over the bird like this, it's probably hard to tell, but connor is crying. his expression is neutral, a flawless perfect face unblemished by the action, but tears run down as he cradles the tiny broken machine.
he touches it, his skin peeling back to reveal white plastic as he tries to diagnose elle's condition. would she even want to be put together, by him? the machine that would have detroyed every attempt this world had at androids? probably not. but it's the least he can do to see what it would take. ]
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Daniel, telling him that he'd lied. Carlos Ortiz's android begging him not to tell where he was hiding. The deviant with that little girl running into the freeway and desperately, with every fiber of his being, wanting to go after her to stop her. His finger on the trigger ready to kill Kamski's assistant and hating himself that he couldn't because -- it's just a machine, what did it matter.
He waits until Han leaves, until everyone is done talking, and then he walks over to the bird and picks it up gently, as if holding something fragile and precious. hunched over the bird like this, it's probably hard to tell, but connor is crying. his expression is neutral, a flawless perfect face unblemished by the action, but tears run down as he cradles the tiny broken machine.
he touches it, his skin peeling back to reveal white plastic as he tries to diagnose elle's condition. would she even want to be put together, by him? the machine that would have detroyed every attempt this world had at androids? probably not. but it's the least he can do to see what it would take. ]