Of course it hasn't. That means that its suggestion... Connor's mouth tugs downwards, and he shakes his head a little. It didn't matter if the RK800 intended to mislead Connor. He was already prepared for this, and wouldn't be taken in a second time.
The route doesn't improve for a long time. By the time he's made it out of the hazard they've descended several stories, and several hours have passed. More than this, the route has snaked around to force them back east, and so far there hasn't been an opportunity to correct this yet. If they continue at this pace, they won't make it to the foot of the mountain before nightfall.
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They don't make it before nightfall. Without a word, Connor turns his attention from looking for a way down to searching for shelter for the night. He finds it in the form of a shallow cave. It's not much, but at least they won't be reached by the light snow that has started, and it will give Connor time to stop, rest, and deal with the android.
Taking no care for the severity of its injuries, Connor puts it down near the back wall. The sudden lack of weight is a startling relief, but he squashes every urge to stretch and sigh, and instead inspects it from this new distance.
... It's battered. It's in poor enough condition that even just by appearances alone an official Cyberlife store would be forced to refurbish it before resale. Considering how damaged its actual functionality is...
"I'm going to ask you a few questions." Dispassionate, Connor's eyes rest on its unprotected torso. There are congealed patches of thirium here and there, and other spans where the substance has already evaporated. "I suggest you cooperate."
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The route doesn't improve for a long time. By the time he's made it out of the hazard they've descended several stories, and several hours have passed. More than this, the route has snaked around to force them back east, and so far there hasn't been an opportunity to correct this yet. If they continue at this pace, they won't make it to the foot of the mountain before nightfall.
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They don't make it before nightfall. Without a word, Connor turns his attention from looking for a way down to searching for shelter for the night. He finds it in the form of a shallow cave. It's not much, but at least they won't be reached by the light snow that has started, and it will give Connor time to stop, rest, and deal with the android.
Taking no care for the severity of its injuries, Connor puts it down near the back wall. The sudden lack of weight is a startling relief, but he squashes every urge to stretch and sigh, and instead inspects it from this new distance.
... It's battered. It's in poor enough condition that even just by appearances alone an official Cyberlife store would be forced to refurbish it before resale. Considering how damaged its actual functionality is...
"I'm going to ask you a few questions." Dispassionate, Connor's eyes rest on its unprotected torso. There are congealed patches of thirium here and there, and other spans where the substance has already evaporated. "I suggest you cooperate."