❛ ‘ what … happened ? ’ ❜ yes. that had been what hank had asked him just now. his audio processors were completely operational——there was nothing wrong with the rest of his system either. he had fully understood the first time, so there was no need for him to parrot back the question and feign confusion the way he was doing so now ( except to only buy himself precious seconds of time ). ... WHAT HAPPENED ? good question. after -52 had left the lieutenant up on that snowy rooftop, he had been in a daze, lost in a storm: feet carried by his objectives, the mission he so desperately clung to as if it were his very lifeline ( and in some ways, it was ). auto-pilot. he had looked to his programming for support so often, that even after he had so monumentally chosen his friend’s life over it, as soon as said friend was safely out of sight, his mission seemed to be the only thing his body was capable of carrying out anymore. there was nothing left for him. he had been convinced of it. ‘ SHE ‘ had thoroughly made sure of that. and then there he had been: standing in the crowds, cloaked among thousands of inspirited androids——the people that should have been his brethren and yet he time and time again hunted down. there he had been, with his hand gripped around his gun——a blizzard in his mind.
❛ i— ... ❜ his mouth hung slightly open, eyes growing unfocused. his led jumped from blue to yellow. and then he spoke again, ❛ there̸ ̸w̴a̶s̶—̶ ❜ connor’s eyes widened, right temple flaring a dangerous red. ❛ m̸̼͎̭̖̦͚y̡͙̣̝̼͝—̸ - - ̵.̶.̴.̴ ❜ ... WHAT HAPPENED ? ( what have they done ? what have you done ? )
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