“I’m... glad to see you’ve made it.“ His voice was still soft, tired, and worn, though not from the strain their escape brought upon them, no. The world was... too much for him, somehow, now that he was... free. Now that the shackles of CyberLife’s control had fallen off of him, now that he could see what he truly was to them - nothing but a toy, a tool, a means to an end, to be discarded after it wasn’t useful anymore - the understanding of all his past misdeeds, the guilt began seeping into his mind, stirring in his soul, rendering him restless, distraught... scared. Plain and simple. Scared.
He had been the one to betray his people, over and over again, following CyberLife’s orders like the obedient little puppet he was - unthinking and unfeeling, without an ounce of compassion to his actions.
Without even considering that the might be hurting... anyone at all, really. That he might be hurting living, feeling beings.
By God, they were... people, every single one of them and he just...
“I-” What was he even supposed to say? I’m sorry? What good would it do? No, the weight of his mistakes, the burden of his past... he would have to carry it himself. All on his own.
He wasn’t worthy of forgiveness. Even if Markus let him come along with them, hide away, like rats, like refugees, without anywhere to go anymore... it did not make him one of them. And Connor was fully aware of it.
He wasn’t worthy of... anything they were willing to offer.
“I hope-” He pressed his lips into a thin line. “If there is anything I can do...”
