Rk1k posting because uuuhhhhhhhhhh
The dim light of Connor’s LED flashes a yellow hue. The deviant leader, his speech doesn’t invoke hatred or anger. It isn’t supposed to invoke anything in a machine, a vessel of cog-work and thirium. And yet, it does. A faint tugging from within his core, a longing for something.
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Recounting this to the deviant leader, once met face to face with him. Connor knows he’s not supposed to hope, but he does, he really does hope that he can get an answer to this problem, this issue, this error in his code. Because that’s all it is. An error.
“This.. has you quite torn up, doesn’t it,” Markus states calmly, trying to keep the hunter calm, wanting to avoid the death of either of them.
“I just want an answer,” Connor responds, his sharp words cutting through the canvas of calm Markus had created. In the corner of his eye, the ever familiar “SOFTWARE INSTA#ILITY” appears, throwing off his focus for just a moment.
Markus takes advantage of the moment to throw Connor further off his path.
“Could it be love, that you’re feeling? A want for someone and something more?”
But it can’t be, Connor thinks. Love is too simple a word for whatever he must be feeling, no that’s not right I can’t feel anything, nonetheless for a deviant. He thinks the word like a slur, like something that must be destroyed. And yet, a sick kind of gentleness surrounds the word in his mind.
OK THAGS ALL BYE!!!!
