It's alright, really. I don't think I realized I was doing it. I'm not... overly familiar with the feeling of spite
[ Just because the guy told Connor he wasn't allowed to touch the form made him feel like-- what, if he did, he'd shove it down the guy's throat? Maybe not that exactly, but... Connor has allowed himself to be extremely ruthless, but only ever to deviants. But how he is a deviant and androids AND humans are supposed to be people, alike, so where are the lines exactly, outside Connor knowing he has the capability of extreme brutality when it suits him? He had wanted to... veer away from the kind of mood that had led him to, in the past, such regrettable mistakes as killing Daniel or ripping out that deviants heart as a means to an end.
Connor gets pulled from his regretful remembrance by Hank's complement and he finds himself smiling again, soft and small but genuine, with the kind of warmth that melts the chocolate of his eyes. ]
I know. It's a power I typically reserve for special circumstances, but I really couldn't find a better suited word for them.
[ Yeah. Oh. Big Oh. It's quite the tricky subject matter Connor suddenly gets to grapple, amid figuring out what personhood in general is all about. ]
Yes, I... I think I could explore this feeling. I was uncertain about the concept, but when you said you loved me, and I felt so... elated? That's not exactly right, but... something along those lines. It felt good, and like I could trust you, and like I could... perhaps enjoy the idea, on some level
[ Connor is obviously quite puzzled by this strange cocktail of emotions, and maybe just the slightest bit flustered. Hank sharing his own version of the feeling Connor is trying to pin down helps a good deal; the android nods when they find the same wavelength; whether it's strictly fair to Hank or not, Connor has always used him as an example for navigating complex emotions; after all, Hank does it every single day. Through Success, and Failure alike. ]
And you like that feeling [ He deduces by Hank's tone, and the sentiment of their shared candor. ] Maybe... maybe we have similar tastes. I suppose the concept of ownership wouldn't have such literal connotations for you. It would be easier to pinpoint the enjoyable aspects of the idea
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[ Just because the guy told Connor he wasn't allowed to touch the form made him feel like-- what, if he did, he'd shove it down the guy's throat? Maybe not that exactly, but... Connor has allowed himself to be extremely ruthless, but only ever to deviants. But how he is a deviant and androids AND humans are supposed to be people, alike, so where are the lines exactly, outside Connor knowing he has the capability of extreme brutality when it suits him? He had wanted to... veer away from the kind of mood that had led him to, in the past, such regrettable mistakes as killing Daniel or ripping out that deviants heart as a means to an end.
Connor gets pulled from his regretful remembrance by Hank's complement and he finds himself smiling again, soft and small but genuine, with the kind of warmth that melts the chocolate of his eyes. ]
I know. It's a power I typically reserve for special circumstances, but I really couldn't find a better suited word for them.
[ Yeah. Oh. Big Oh. It's quite the tricky subject matter Connor suddenly gets to grapple, amid figuring out what personhood in general is all about. ]
Yes, I... I think I could explore this feeling. I was uncertain about the concept, but when you said you loved me, and I felt so... elated? That's not exactly right, but... something along those lines. It felt good, and like I could trust you, and like I could... perhaps enjoy the idea, on some level
[ Connor is obviously quite puzzled by this strange cocktail of emotions, and maybe just the slightest bit flustered. Hank sharing his own version of the feeling Connor is trying to pin down helps a good deal; the android nods when they find the same wavelength; whether it's strictly fair to Hank or not, Connor has always used him as an example for navigating complex emotions; after all, Hank does it every single day. Through Success, and Failure alike. ]
And you like that feeling [ He deduces by Hank's tone, and the sentiment of their shared candor. ] Maybe... maybe we have similar tastes. I suppose the concept of ownership wouldn't have such literal connotations for you. It would be easier to pinpoint the enjoyable aspects of the idea