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You took your hand away from your face, pained. "No!"

Connor blinked at your yell, as you gave a sigh, glancing to the side.

"Sorry. I did not mean to yell, Connor. Forgive me." You whispered, clenching your hands on the operating table near his torso.

"There's nothing to forgive." He replied quickly, eyes stirring from your form to the ceiling. "You can yell at me all you want. I won't get hurt by it, I'm just a machine. I'm nothing." He turned his eyes back to you, and his metal lips turned down at the sight.

You gazed down at him, a mix of saddened and anger. It seemed you were trying to decide on something, whether it was what emotion to feel or not, Connor did not know. All he saw was that you were biting your lip, eyes flickering across his face with your hands clenching and unclenching on the table.

Did he say something wrong? He was merely stating facts.

You closed your eyes, and then opened them. A determined look set on your face.

"No. You're not nothing. You'll never be just nothing," you put a hand on his shoulder, growing closer, "you hear me? Don't let Amanda tell you any different when I put this in. You'll never be nothing to me, Connor. Never." You squeezed his suit covered shoulder, hard.

He stayed silent. Mostly because he had nothing to say to that. How can one reply to that?

"Another thing I must add about this Connor," you continued. "I am removing your connecting recording device that lets me monitor your actions in missions. This program will be able to do just that without me having to see everything myself on my tablet. Amanda will be able to do this job for me."

Good, he thought. You can catch up on needed sleep then instead of constantly having to supervise his missions. He lifted his lips up but stopped, realizing that something was not quite right.

Your tone, Connor slightly tilted his head.

It was a warning.

"Is that not good, Doctor (Y/N)? This program makes doing your job easier for you."

You shook your head, and your hand grazed his cheek, eyes intense.

"Connor, this means CyberLife will be watching your every move. Every choice you make, they'll see. Amanda will constantly oversee every choice you make, since she's your handler." You cupped his cheek, and your lips were slightly tilted up into a gentle not smile. His LED flashed yellow. "Do you understand? I. . . We—" you stopped, glancing down, unsure.

You began muttering, but Connor decided to ignore your odd words and instead scanned you to make sure you're alright. You were muttering in riddles after all, 'choices are sometimes not our own', 'something will go wrong', 'labyrinths' and 'not ready'.

Clearly, something is wrong. Your stress levels were going alarmingly high, your heart beating quickly he could practically hear your blood cells moving under your skin. Your hand upon his cheek was also shaking slightly.

*Anxiety Attack Detected*

Connor wasted no time in grabbing your hand upon his cheek, keeping it there.