"Your concern is touching." The smirk twists. "But I'm not going to be here long."
In this gathering or this island. He needs to get back. To CyberLife, where new orders await him. To Detroit, where his predecessor's failures have already nearly brought the industry to a halt. It's been days since he lost contact with Amanda, and Connor's smile nearly slips—but somehow, the tight panic floats just out of reach. It's... strangely easy to dismiss. The android's eyes shift to the middle distance, LED flickering slightly as he checks over his processing logs. He's... confident?
...of course he is. He'll make it back.
First, of course, he needs to stand. Connor's gaze flicks back to meet the human's, expression calmly, coldly pleasant as he settles one hand pointedly atop Stark's pet. "I'm getting up now." His fingers curl, framing the shape of its small... fragile... head.
How much force would it take to move the creature? How much to cause irreparable damage? Less than 200 newtons, Connor thinks.
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In this gathering or this island. He needs to get back. To CyberLife, where new orders await him. To Detroit, where his predecessor's failures have already nearly brought the industry to a halt. It's been days since he lost contact with Amanda, and Connor's smile nearly slips—but somehow, the tight panic floats just out of reach. It's... strangely easy to dismiss. The android's eyes shift to the middle distance, LED flickering slightly as he checks over his processing logs. He's... confident?
...of course he is. He'll make it back.
First, of course, he needs to stand. Connor's gaze flicks back to meet the human's, expression calmly, coldly pleasant as he settles one hand pointedly atop Stark's pet. "I'm getting up now." His fingers curl, framing the shape of its small... fragile... head.
How much force would it take to move the creature? How much to cause irreparable damage? Less than 200 newtons, Connor thinks.
Stark can get it off him. Or he will.