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Forgotten.

That was your role, to be constantly forgotten and in the background for no one to truly see. To not have a worthy enough role, you tried telling Elijah the same thing but he didn't quite understand. You're probably the only thing he couldn't quite figure out. Despite him looking at you like a bizarre experiment, you still cared for the man.

But people just don't understand. They don't truly know.

Not even Elijah. Not Chloe. Not. . . Connor.

Things weren't supposed to be this way.

For this, truly isn't your story.

. . . ◎ . . . ◉ . . . ◎ . . . ◉ . . . ◎ . . .

You've always been confusing.

"This cat of yours sure likes Connor, huh Doc?" Hank commented as he leaned against the wall by the TV. Connor right by him as they both watched you, you deciding to sit and continue those nervous taps of yours. Your cat continued to purr against his legs and throwing itself against his feet but Connor did not look at the cat.

"Yeah. . . I guess you can say he's a natural animal listener." You said smiling, looking at him but all Connor could do is try to look over your shoulder and not directly at you.

He can't meet your gaze. He doesn't know what to think.

When does he know anything when he's near you? Why do you always do this? Make him think, make him feel?

What is this feeling in his chest? Like his thirium pump regulator is having a difficult time pumping his blood?

You knew all along. You knew the answers to my investigation but you kept it from me, (Y/N). Why?

Connor wants to know. He also wants to know his pump regulator has been having difficulties since Kamski's revelation of your knowledge.

He wants to know. He needs to know.

From my observations, you love me. Connor thought as he observed Chloe come into the room and stand behind the couch you were sitting on, dutifully there. The both of you exchange a look when you turned her head towards her, you giving her one of those 'not smiles' that you do. He's sure he heard Hank curse to himself that these androids are everywhere. I do not know what to do, (Y/N).

"No one else can tell? Those not smiles you've been showing is easy to decipher between a real one. Do your fellow co-workers have problems with observing their surroundings? Humans themselves should be able to discern smiles, the majority of you do it all the time."

You chuckled weakly, flicking your eyes up at him.

"No, Connor. Just you. Always you. You're. . ." You paused, biting your lip and glancing away to the side. "You're more than I originally imagined, Connor. Way more."

How long have you known? What is Connor even doing, he should start questioning you and make sure that what Kamski said was false.

Or true. But that would make you a liar and an enemy of CyberLife. A target for me to. . .to what?

He's never felt inner turmoil before, but this must be the closest thing a machine like him can get.

"Doctor (Y/N)," he managed and your eyes drifted back towards him a look passing through them. There's always a look passing through them he can never manage to catch. "Like the Lieutenant stated earlier, we have questions. Questions that came up after we spoke to Kamski to try to investigate if he knows how the deviancy of androids started."