pc catchall with connor (tootsiepop)

[requiemed]

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[requiemed]

[...After a few moments, she reaches forward to try and take his hand.]

It’s going to be okay.

[tootsiepop]

[She's successful in taking his hand! Though it doesn't do much to improve his mood. If anything... it makes him more confused. And he stares at their hands for a long, long moment before he speaks again.]

Why are you doing this?

[requiemed]

...You’re going to have to be more specific about what ‘this’ is.

[So much is happening.]

[tootsiepop]

Taking my hand. Insisting that I'm... not what I'm supposed to be.

[So much is happening.]

I don't understand it.

[requiemed]

[She takes her hand away from his at that, but... Well.]

Remember what I said? You’re my friend. Whoever you are is whoever you should be.

[tootsiepop]

... It's not that simple. I can't just decide who— what I am.

[He's curling his hand into a fist when she pulls away, pressing it against his side.]

He didn't get that, either.

[requiemed]

...No. I don’t think this is something you would have picked.

[Very, very gently:]

It’s just that I don’t think it’s something you should run from, either.

[tootsiepop]

I don't have a choice.

[Quietly. The existential crisis is. A lot.]

I was created for a purpose. Without it— I'm nothing. There's nothing else for me. How will I accomplish my mission if I'm as compromised as you say?

[requiemed]

I’m not sure compromised is the word I’d choose.

[But, hm.]

When you said your partner stopped wanting to complete the mission... Did he say why? I’ve got a point here, promise.

[tootsiepop]

[...]

He said that deviants are alive. [And that stung.] That I shouldn't do this. That I was going to kill a man who only wants to be free.

[requiemed]

I don’t want to overload you today, but...

[As if she hasn’t done that already.]

Maybe you should think about what he said little more. Not in that, like, you did anything wrong - but maybe you could be free, too.

[tootsiepop]

[She sure has! It's... a lot. And Connor is quiet for a moment before slowly shaking his head.]

... I can't do that. I've already gone too far.

[requiemed]

[She leans forwards to give his shoulder a squeeze.]

Just... Think about it. Okay?

[tootsiepop]

[can't believe a teenage girl is murdering him in cold blood like this, wtf.]

You grew up in a world without androids. You lack the context to understand what you're asking.

[requiemed]

Okay... Then give me the context.

[tootsiepop]

We're not people. We're property. [...] Even you should have the necessary context to know what to do when something you own is no longer functional.

[requiemed]

Then...

[She struggles with that for a moment, taking a breath.]

I guess you couldn't just... leave.

[tootsiepop]

Every CyberLife android comes equipped with a tracker. Even if I wanted to leave, that's impossible.

[requiemed]

And... There isn't a way to take it out or disable it?

[tootsiepop]

... It automatically disables itself on all deviants. We don't know how, or why.

[requiemed]

...I'm about to say something, and I don't want it to freak you out too much. Okay?

[tootsiepop]

If you're going to say it, say it.

[requiemed]

Just, if you did - I mean, if you were...

[She sighs.]

At least then you’d be able to run.

[tootsiepop]

[...]

I belong to CyberLife. I won't run like I'm some deviant.

[requiemed]

...I know you said that you're property, but I'm not going to just agree with that, Connor.