[Well. Zoe was most definitely able to feel his shock and exasperation after they woke from the vision — but after that? Connor doesn't seem to stick around long enough in the Courtyard for a proper conversation. When Zoe finds him, he's standing by the edge of the pool, idly observing the fish tank. He may have been at this for a while. Maybe.
Either way... He tilts his head in her direction once he notices her, offering a polite nod.]
... Hello, Zoe. [Hi. Hello. Someone sure did shank a god.] How can I help you?
There was a fish tank in the first mission my predecessor was assigned. It's— [...] familiar.
[Zoe will get the sense that he's vaguely(?) homesick(???), but it's not as defined as his general weariness at the current happenings. Kind of muddled, actually. He takes a second to glance at the fish tank again, before he turns completely towards her, hands folded in front of him.]
I'm alright. [It's. 50/50.] But thank you for asking. And you?
[He also knows the answer. It's still polite to ask, in turn.]
RK800 #313 248 317 - 51. [He takes a moment to tap his jacket, right where his serial number is displayed. It ends in 52.] The first Connor android to be sent out on the field. It was unfortunately destroyed, and I was sent to replace it.
[It's clear he doesn't think anything of it. Just a machine replacing another machine. So, anyway—]
... I understand. But last week set a dangerous precedent. It... will be difficult to deescalate the situation now that it has gotten to this point.
It [not "he"] was shot down by the deviant leader.
[Succinct. He can tell she's disturbed, but... again, there's no emotional response. Just a sense of complete and utter normalcy, like dying and getting shoved back in another body is 100% normal.
... When she mentions that, though, he raises an eyebrow. Curious.]
[Even if he doesn't look or feel too sorry. At that question, though, she pauses.]
I was talking about it with someone else, and... It doesn't make sense from, like, a strategy standpoint. We're wondering if there might be another reason, but we aren't sure.
We didn't really reach any solid conclusions. We just talked about... how it was weird that people were risking this much this early, basically. Especially for the gods with a reputation, wouldn't it be smarter to... not?
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week three, friday morning.
Either way... He tilts his head in her direction once he notices her, offering a polite nod.]
... Hello, Zoe. [Hi. Hello. Someone sure did shank a god.] How can I help you?
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[She says, glancing towards the fish.]
How are you doing?
[Even if she knows the answer, it seems more polite to ask.]
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[Zoe will get the sense that he's vaguely(?) homesick(???), but it's not as defined as his general weariness at the current happenings. Kind of muddled, actually. He takes a second to glance at the fish tank again, before he turns completely towards her, hands folded in front of him.]
I'm alright. [It's. 50/50.] But thank you for asking. And you?
[He also knows the answer. It's still polite to ask, in turn.]
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Your predecessor?
[And then, half because it's honest and half because she knows he's aware already:]
I'm pissed. This shouldn't still be happening.
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[It's clear he doesn't think anything of it. Just a machine replacing another machine. So, anyway—]
... I understand. But last week set a dangerous precedent. It... will be difficult to deescalate the situation now that it has gotten to this point.
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What happened to him?
[She frowns at his next words, though.]
I don't know about that. I'm kind of... wondering if there's something else going on.
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[Succinct. He can tell she's disturbed, but... again, there's no emotional response. Just a sense of complete and utter normalcy, like dying and getting shoved back in another body is 100% normal.
... When she mentions that, though, he raises an eyebrow. Curious.]
Have you heard something?
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[Even if he doesn't look or feel too sorry. At that question, though, she pauses.]
I was talking about it with someone else, and... It doesn't make sense from, like, a strategy standpoint. We're wondering if there might be another reason, but we aren't sure.
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What conclusions did you reach? Adding third point of view could shed some light on the inconsistencies you noticed.
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