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The Lieutenant is an interesting human.

That's how Connor summarized it at least, as he scanned the food truck that the Lieutenant was grabbing for his needed sustenance for lunch after solving that homicide in Ortiz's house the previous night and chasing that AX400 along with the YK500.

Ever since he's been partnered with the Lieutenant, it has been filled with events after another when it came to cases of deviants. The android that murdered the drug user Ortiz, the HK400, managed to release information for him without the advanced prototype having to pressure the droid too far. The droid did not self destruct thanks to that, but it did not stop itself from committing suicide later in its clear inescapable cell at the police station. Connor only stared at it, blinking at the body for a few seconds, perplexed at the fact that it would deactivate itself at a station instead of within CyberLife where actions towards deactivation would be. . .less brutal.

Why would it do such a thing?

Connor doesn't know.

Why did I stop from pursuing the AX400 just because the Lieutenant said so?

Connor still doesn't know, but. But, he does recall at that moment when the Lieutenant grabbed his arm before he was about to jump over the fence, scolding him that he will only get killed in the fast highway, your own words echoed back to him.

"For me. Avoid death at all costs. Accomplish missions without you sacrificing your life."

And so he stopped, only looking at the escaping  AX400 and the YK500 completely at a loss. Your words, your voice, your eyes, and your whole expression that was just filled with the emotion of pleading. You're always pleading, always begging at him to follow your words. Always with (e/c) shimmering eyes filled with water looking at him. Stress levels high, eyes always tired and baggy from lack of sleep and red.

You're not supposed to look like that, your stress and eyes have always been like that since he woke up, but ever since the Zen Garden interface has been placed, no. That's not right. Ever since you left the meeting about said program, you've acted oddly. He understood your change of behavior as you finally acting accordingly towards him, formal. But what if he was wrong?

Before that meeting, your personality has always been the kind where it was open and kind. Answering all of his questions with either a patient smile or a laugh when they went on their outings, highly likely due to how some questions or conclusions he's made was either put bluntly, ridiculous, or too serious. That's what you always said anyways, and he never doubted you were ever wrong. You're his creator. He shouldn't question. He can't question.

"With this program, Connor," you spoke as you stood above him of your operating table, holographic properties all over the room to assist you or inform you if you placed the software incorrectly as he laid there, unmoving with brown eyes following your movements. His skin was deactivated and the top of his head was unlatched, since that was where the program will be built in. "CyberLife will be able to inform you of new cases right as they come in. It will avoid any and all hassle of you having to come to the Tower for any new leads in your deviant investigation."

You must be summarizing the details again for him. Unnecessary. He stayed quiet though, letting you continue your work and explanation.

But it didn't come, for you stopped in moving the circuits above his head and stayed silent. Metal where his brows would be turned down.

"Doctor (Y/N)? Has something occurred or have been found in my wires that does not allow the program to enter?" He spotted you move your blue tinted hand to your face, taking deep breaths as you shook your head. "Then what is the problem? Should I call for assistance for another engineer?"