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You've always been. . .you've always been.

He opened his eyes, brown eyes staring at you from where he stood, LED flashing red.

"Doctor (Y/N) (L/N)." He said, LED back to blue once he said it. And you finally looked at him, mouth agape. Hank looked at him wide eyed as well.

"Holy shit."

"I. . .you—you remembered?" You sat up, blinking shimmering eyes. Your eyes are always shimmering. Do they shimmer more with lies then warmth?

I need to stop this. I'm questioning (Y/N), my creator. I shouldn't question her. This is wrong. This feels wrong. (Y/N) cares for me.

But he's not supposed to feel. And you were never supposed to hide information for his investigation either. In addition and most importantly, it doesn't matter what you feel for he's just a machine. . .

He really doesn't understand.

Connor nodded at your question, swallowing unnecessarily as you gazed at him with those familiar eyes with warmth and gentleness and he doesn't know what to do. He needs help.

"Kamski stated, or at least insinuated, that androids seem to be more resistant to the fog." His head turned towards Chloe, who was looking at him with her head tilted. "I'm sure Chloe here has been able to remember your surname from her time with you."

"It took years for me to remember," Chloe said, looking down at you before gazing back at him, tone seeming to be in shock. "And sometimes it slips by. I can never get a full grasp on it. You, Connor," the ST200 gave him a small smile, "really are a special android. You remember what most people forget."

Connor stayed silent. But his brown gaze moved towards you, and once again, your eyes met with his. He feels like you're speaking with your eyes again, like that time when he successfully had you take a nap in the Tower. You knew that he wouldn't have hurt you to force rest on you, you knew. He still doesn't know why or how.

"You're amazing," your eyes seem to say, as they glittered at him with something he is not programmed to feel. Your right brow then arched at him, looking at him, hinting at him.

"You're missing things, " You said, releasing your gaze from him as you looked up. He wished you didn't, like he wished that you didn't get up and leave his side when you were fixing him two days ago after Eden Club. "It's not only that. You guys are actually missing quite a lot." The thought of them not having the information that which you clearly have seemed to bother you because you frowned as you looked at the ceiling.

"Oh yeah? Would you enlighten us then Doc?" Hank asked, tone turning sarcastic. His irritation must be growing at the lack of clear answers from you. You're being vague. "Tell us what you know."

Your lips turned down further at his words, moving your head to look at the Lieutenant who still was leaning with crossed arms at the wall besides your TV.

"Tell you what exactly? You haven't been asking the right questions."

"Doctor (Y/N), anything would be helpful. Anything at all," Connor said, brows down as your gaze then turned towards him. "I'm sure everything with CyberLife and the DPD can be resolved if you can help us further our investigation. We—I—we need you." He almost slipped but you caught it, because with a quick scan your heart rate went up a bit and your frown quirked up a bit instead while your gaze turned to the side. "RA9, deviancy, or the location of Jericho or anything else that can possibly help us. Perhaps even what you saw with your remodeled version of the ARI?"

A few beats of silence passed and then you sighed, putting a hand to your face.

You're troubled. Is the information troubling?