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         “ . . . ”

     The silence reigned heavy between Connor and Yonah ever since they returned from the Eden Club, it had been a devastating blow to the android: two of the Traci’s escaped on foot over the fence and he lacked the spine to shoot one of them in the chest. Over and over he replayed the scenes in his minds eye: examining and reexamining as to why he didn’t shoot, why he had decided to abstain from his goal; the one thing that fueled his central programming. However, when it came to his companions they didn’t seem too concerned: Hank believed it was for the best and Yonah.. well, Connor had come to understand she was empathetic and soft. The more he thought on it the more he came to realize that if he’d shot them -- either of them -- the object of his fascination would come to perhaps loath or fear him, while Hank would grow disdainful. When had he come to care for their opinions? 

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     “ CyberLife’s not going going to approve of my losing another deviant -- two this time. I was programmed to never fail my mission, to complete it at any cost and I find myself ... doing the very opposite. ” His words felt so heavy and sorrowful, it was a stark contrast to his almost mechanical expression earlier, “ I may be an exceptional deviant hunter, but--.. that’s all I seem to be able to do.. hunt them. ” Connor wasn’t sure why he was divulging all of this to his companion, but she’d come to be a sort of... beacon in the darkness. Yonah was a living contradiction to his very creed: androids being machines and separated from humans, but here she was by his side, operating under the guise of mankind when at her very core she was just like him. 

     Was this all fruitless? With each deviant case brought to their attention the more he came to doubt his purpose and the intentions of his masters and handler: why hadn’t they pulled his plug just yet? Was this all a part of the plan? He’d been selective with the bits of memory he chose to upload to their database, the last thing he desired was to be turned on his close friend.. his.. friend. 

     Could he truly have a friend or was this obsession a little deeper? How could it be? After all he was a machine, none of this should’ve been possible. His world quickly turning to shambles and yet he kept with his optimism... he had to. 

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Light.

The beautiful planet in the distance lost amid a field of stars and before them the very portrait of light. Was that what it meant to be a hero? The world was too cruel for such icons of virtue, was it not?

There would be no answer before he was swept up in the claustrophobic feeling of drowning in the aetherical sea, a brief glimpse of the so-called hero before the darkness enveloped him.

--

And once more, light. The light of a brand new day and he inhales sharply, gasping and clutching his chest before he slows and starts to breathe deep of the morning air. It takes a moment again for his vision to focus, for him to realize he’s not among the snow of Coerthas and for the sound of something nearby to reach his long, pointed ears.

Zephirin straightens himself and turns to what he suspected to be the sound of footsteps, brushing the mess of blond hair from his eyes with his fingers. A woman? A hyuran woman, from the looks of it, or perhaps a girl... he can hardly tell a hyur’s age at a glance, especially when their teenagers reach adult height so early compared to Elezen.

Her expression unreadable at this distance he can only stare as he picks himself up from the ground slowly.

“My... apologies. Am I intruding?”

[ofstrifes-blog]

p much hangs from his arm. he's a strong boi ; he can do it.

          IT WASN’T VERY STRENUOUS on his part to support the smaller woman, his mako hues glancing her over, after a moment– holding faint traces of both amusement && confusion. ❛ Can I help you? ❜ He’d eventually murmur, tone ribboned with small notes of laughter, all-the-while. This would definitely be a story to share with Marlene.

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        Immediately he can spot the apprehension amidst her acquiescence to tell him the truth ------ a  HALF  truth,  that left him with the inkling he may have overstepped a boundary or two,  but if not him then who?   Sometimes getting to the  ROOT  of the problem required touching a nerve.  Yugi watched as the poor thing wrung her wrist;  It looked vicious,  dappled  BLUE  and violet.   Her pale complexion complemented it terribly,  as did the look of unease on her face.   Like she’d rather be anywhere but here to avoid reliving the moment.

        Yugi  SIGHED  a breath of stifled anger.   Composure was pristine but his mind was loud with a need to right this wrong.   Who would lay their hands on somebody so  GENTLE  and milquetoast.   Unbeknownst to his consciousness he wore a sharp scowl,  lost in thought ------ simultaneously taking care to avoid augmented discomfort.   She had been through enough already.     ❛ You can trust me, ❜    he says firmly.     ❛ You shouldn’t have to suffer like this. ❜

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     A gloved hand reached down to pat the young girl on the head, the best gesture of kindness that A2 could think of at the time despite its awkwardness.

     𝔸𝟚:  ʺ It’s alright, kid; You don’t have to cry while I’m around. I’ll keep you safe and shove a sword up the ass of anybody that tries to hurt you, alright? ʺ

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╟ ⊗ ╢ ”So...Yonah - you’re pretty interested in the humans too, I guess?” The Scanner unit jumped down from the tree he’d been on, surveying and scanning the surroundings to have a vantage point. 

After all, he was on a mission. And luckily for him...or luckily for the other - with 2B’s absence, he’d been partnered with another unit (since apparently Commander had found his compatibility in co-ops considerably advantageous). Speaking more specifically, Yonah. Though...he was still in the dark about...the background of Yonah’s unit. 

But...he had decided to keep his own thoughts to himself. 

“I mean...you seem to talk about them a lot...and so far whenever we came across something related to humanity - you have a strange look on your face - like you’re longing for something...” He trailed off, gazing away from the other as he looked about their current surroundings.

“Are you...actually...”

He took a deep breath.

“A secret fanatic and devotee of mankind too!?”

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                         Yawn parted lips as stretched leisurely and looked around with groggy eyes, the sight of a familiar bundle under covers sent a smile to features. Hand went rustle the covers, “Yonah, time to wake up.” he murmured sleepily before moving to step out of the tent. Scratching bare chest as the harsh rays of the sun beat down on alabaster skin, dark jeans warming legs as he allowed the sun to warm him up.

[blloodhound]

"Ah, Connor! Look, I finally got it!" Jogging over to him from the other side of the room, Yonah holds up the coin for him to see before laying it flat against her knuckles. She's a bit slow, but she's finally able to roll the coin over her knuckles with some decency.

    In mid-step the android halts instantaneously upon the sound of his companion’s voice, it’s an action that nearly forces his once stoic expression to break into subtle distress: what was going on? Every half-hour he’d run a self diagnostic to be certain that all his circuits and components were in order, and they were, though he still could not find the source of his strange... emulation. Excitement? Fear? Connor was equipped with up-to-date medical information and worked as a coroner of sorts, so he in turn had reflected back to what fear might be like or excitement: an increase in heart rate and sweaty palms; one of which he did not have. 

                                ‘ You showed empathy, Connor. ’

     While the android reflected back on Hank’s remarks he turned practically autonomous: his brows were relaxed and straight, yet his eyes flickered with curiosity as she deftly passes the coin through her fingers. A lot faster than the Lieutenant, that was certain. ‘ But is this a naturally developed skill, or one predetermined by her programming? ’ Connor had so many questions and no one to inquire on, no one to discuss it with... Yonah was out of the question, for she -- herself -- did not appear to be too aware of the situation. ‘ What are you up to, Amanda? What are they up to? ’ Doubts began to flood his mind, yet upon further observation he caught her expression faltering: the edges of her lips turned down and her eyes gave off a sort of fear -- perhaps that she’d disappointed him? Not being able to impress him? Seem’s he’d have to work on his social skills, interacting with everyday people was different to a simulation, and didn’t account for all the nuances he’d have to follow. “ I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t given the impression I was bored. It... makes me happy to see you getting the hang of it, maybe you could teach Hank a few tricks, he doesn’t seem to appreciate my attempts at mentoring him. But I suppose that makes sense, as he is my superior. ” Connor attempts to grin: lips contorting into a weird mesh of teeth and gums. 

         “ Try it with the opposite hand. ”