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You widened your eyes.

"Hold on!" Chloe stopped obediently, but still looked at you with worry. But you were glancing at your phone that has gotten too many call notifications in the last few hours. "Wait. . . That's right. Elijah. . .!"

You then quickly turned towards your laptop, carefully putting Chloe's hand down from your shoulders to move closer to your laptop that was on the coffee table. You checked the history of Connor's stress levels.

"That. . . It makes sense! Connor met up with Elijah, that means they did the test! But why. . ." You moved your dominant hand, biting the nail of your thumb in thought. "CyberLife started calling afterwords. . .does that mean that Connor didn't pass the test and CyberLife thinks he has an error?" Your eyes flitted towards Chloe, and you didn't have to say a word before she closed her eyes and started connecting to her fellow ST200 that's trapped, LED flashing yellow with her eyelids fluttering.

"Connor failed the test." Chloe informed, opening her eyes and you tried to control your heart from soaring at the news. You can not put your hopes up. You can not. "And if you were wondering, Markus just did a peaceful march and Kara and Alice are traveling with a nice woman named Rose."

This is good. This is really good

Too good to be true really.

What are you doing, ra9? Are you playing with me? I bet you're enjoying my suffering aren't you? Getting off on it, you sick thing?

You shook your dark thoughts away, focusing on your laptop screen that had Connor's stress levels and heart levels. They were. . .higher then you expected. You understood that Connor's changes will make his programming cause a stir and try to fight back the new feelings he must be getting with each mission of event happening, but is it supposed to be this high?

"That's good Chloe, but there's something. . ." You clicked on the tab, making it full screen hence showing Connor's location.

You widened your eyes.

"What—"

A knock resounded in your door. Chloe moved to get up but you scrambled towards the door before she could do so after you closed your laptop, all while blue eyes looked at you confusingly and your cat meowing at you in surprise. You opened the door.

"Hey Miss Doctor (Y/N)," Lieutenant Hank Anderson greeted with a nod of his head, serious. "We gotta few important questions for you that you apparently have all the answers to."

Connor stood to the side, looking at you with LED flashing yellow, brows furrowed. Always so furrowed. And so confused.

Always so lost, Connor.

"May we come in, Doctor?" Hank asked, motioning his head to the inside of your house. Connor met your (e/c) eyes, and then looked away, swallowing.

You gave a slow nod, still trying to process all this. You moved to give them access within your house.

"Please, come in."

Hank walked in, glancing at you with brows down and a frown. Connor was next, avoiding your gaze with LED still yellow and you only looked at him sadly as he walked in, your cat immediately coming to rub themselves on his legs. His thoughts must be heavy, because he didn't even stop to pet your cat and instead started looking around your place along with Hank who was making commentary you couldn't quite hear because your ears didn't seem to be working as you gazed at Connor's back. You don't. . . you don't like staring at his back.

Forgive me, Connor.

You were never meant to be in control. Be in the spotlight. You were supposed to be in the sidelines, benched.