[ INCOMING COMMUNICATION > @ragekept ]
things that are hard to hear || accepting
"It's always about you."
“ I don’t WANT it to be. “
The sentence is spoken quickly and on a hushed breath, with a particular BITE to it. Connor was...tired, he was exhausted, of all of it. To the humans, he was that Detective Android. To the Androids, he was some kind of myth, like the boogeyman, someone that they tolerated but he knew, he knew they didn’t quite trust him. Because of his original PURPOSE. His past crimes. He was (and is, in some of their eyes) the Deviant Hunter.
And he was frustrated and exhausted and SUCK of being a resident within his own body. He wished, often, that he could have been any other Android. That he didn’t have a past burdened with such a terrible purpose. That he could enjoy his freedom with reckless abandon. That he didn’t have to deal with the emotional fallout of his programming and conditioning, that he didn’t question every FACET of his identity (Do I want this because I want this or because they want me to?).
“ I’m ----- tired. “ Connor sighed, dipping his head and letting his eyes slip shut. His LED maintained a yellow hue. “ It was a lot easier when I was just a MACHINE, fulfilling a mission. I didn’t have to think, I didn’t have to feel---- “ He cut himself off, jaw clenched.
“ ---- It didn’t HURT like this. “