SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-nine ━ daring to dream

"You'd let him go?" Mia furrowed her eyebrows down, shifting in her seat ever so slightly to get a better look at him. Her surprise was not exactly unexpected to Connor, as he too was unfamiliar with this shifting priorities, putting the goal to his very existence in a hierarchical position beloe his duties to Mia. "What about your murder case?"

"There are no prisons for androids," Connor remembered of what Brady had told him. "No courts that would convict a deviant. In the eyes of the law, the case closed when the deviants from the farm were destroyed. I told Brady it was important to find out which of the last two destroyed was the actual killer so CyberLife could discover the root of deviancy and eventually even prevent it, but truth is, I believe I only ever wanted revenge for what it did to you." Coming clean on that matter which he had deliberately ignored back then in order to avoid admitting to emotions he shouldn't be capable of feeling was an unexpected relief to Connor and now that the truth was out, he couldn't just stop there either.

"Of course, once it became detrimental to building a case against Mr. Kamski, that too became an additional reason for me to want to pursue Rory and get to interrogate him, but I am not willing to risk your life for neither of these reasons. Especially not when, at the very least for the latter one, the better revenge would certainly be remaining forever out of Mr. Kamski's reach. The both of us."

The moment of silence that followed, no matter how short, clued Connor in on the fact that Mia had nothing more to object to this plan.

"And how certain are you that you would like to spend the rest of your life with me?" She finally asked, leaning her head back on the cushion of her seat. He stole a glimpse at her and caught sight of both her faint smile and the sincere worry behind her words.

How certain? his processing unit formed the answer most true to his indignation over her even humoring such concerns. Mia, this is what my first dream ever, one supposed to make me want to stay asleep forever, has been about.

"I am certain, Mia," he responded instead with calm, trying to reflect the confidence he had in this choice into hid tone.

"I will grow old eventually, you know?" she did not back down whatsoever on her belief that somehow, the things she would say could put him off and change his mind. "My hair will turn grey and my skin will get all wrinkly."

"Do humans only love each other for their physical aspects?" Connor countered her argument by questioning its roots.

"I'm just trying to say," Mia shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, "I won't be young forever like an android. I don't want you to tell me now that you want this if you think you won't enjoy seeing me get old and ugly at some point."

Despite the seriousness she radiated, Connor couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sorry," he apologized before she could even think of scolding him for his reaction. "It's just... Do you really think me capable of ever finding you ugly? Sure, you are beautiful right now and I would be either blind or undeniably dumb not to recognize your beauty for what it is and appreciate it. But it's neither your features or your body that made me feel love, Mia, it's your mind. Your humane brilliance, your unbound kindness and downright adorable strangeness. Those are not things old age can take away from you." One more chuckle made it past his lips before he spared one more narrow-eyed glimpse at her. "How dare you believe I would not feel honored to witness the miracle which is the human process of growing old?"