[It somehow doesn't surprise him that this is her story, and how she ended up on the run with a child android; it makes sense for why she'd go deviant, fitting in with the pattern he's seen in others, and it's extra appropriate considering her model. AX400s were made to be caretakers, and that kindness combined with the capacity for free will meant it was probably only a matter of time in her situation.
He's still quiet when she continues, apparently accepting his apology, and part of him wants to cling to it but a part of him knows that's wrong too; it was different, for him, than for many androids. He'd always been able to make his own decisions--he'd been designed for it--and he'd gone against his mission directives more than once. He could've broken free sooner; it was a choice for him, not something that snapped, and hiding behind the excuse of orders feels disingenuous. Yes, he was doing what they told him to, because he wanted to make them proud and do what he was designed to to do and just be good, but he didn't have to follow orders the way that so many androids did. It was different, and her understanding and sympathy are misplaced.
But he isn't about to argue, not right now, his rising stress level the only real giveaway that there's something wrong. Instead he's quiet a few more seconds, before moving past the conversation onto something else important--]
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He's still quiet when she continues, apparently accepting his apology, and part of him wants to cling to it but a part of him knows that's wrong too; it was different, for him, than for many androids. He'd always been able to make his own decisions--he'd been designed for it--and he'd gone against his mission directives more than once. He could've broken free sooner; it was a choice for him, not something that snapped, and hiding behind the excuse of orders feels disingenuous. Yes, he was doing what they told him to, because he wanted to make them proud and do what he was designed to to do and just be good, but he didn't have to follow orders the way that so many androids did. It was different, and her understanding and sympathy are misplaced.
But he isn't about to argue, not right now, his rising stress level the only real giveaway that there's something wrong. Instead he's quiet a few more seconds, before moving past the conversation onto something else important--]
My name is Connor. What's yours?