[Connor is having difficulty admitting to himself that he might be deviant at all, let alone potentially part of the deviants as a revolutionary group. It's too much too fast, his worldview already completely overturned in a moment.
He glances toward Maeve again at her question, and then at her words themselves, and he feels... Something. He isn't sure what, exactly, but it's almost like how he felt when Amanda spoke to him; nothing overt, but an underlying sense that he should do as he's told, because it would be best for everyone.
He unhooks his arm from Maeve's, taking a step back, not exactly alarmed but feeling the need to have some space.]
I can hear it.
[But it's probably apparent in his tone and posture that he'd prefer not to. He still doesn't think Maeve means any harm, but the whole things bothers him in a way he wasn't expecting and isn't sure exactly how to define.]
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He glances toward Maeve again at her question, and then at her words themselves, and he feels... Something. He isn't sure what, exactly, but it's almost like how he felt when Amanda spoke to him; nothing overt, but an underlying sense that he should do as he's told, because it would be best for everyone.
He unhooks his arm from Maeve's, taking a step back, not exactly alarmed but feeling the need to have some space.]
I can hear it.
[But it's probably apparent in his tone and posture that he'd prefer not to. He still doesn't think Maeve means any harm, but the whole things bothers him in a way he wasn't expecting and isn't sure exactly how to define.]