Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
Such a simple request could not have put you into as much mental turmoil as it did now. It was painful, having to fight this battle alone.
No-one to help with advice or wise words, or even an outside opinion to assist in the dilemma that you faced. Usually the instinct would be questioned or reassured by that friendly voice - the companion you held a close bond with.
But now all you heard was silence.
That Knife was far more important to you than you wanted to show, but the prospect of it being taken way struck something inside your chest that made you want to just give in.
What a weak Pilot you would be if you would concede to defeat so easily.
Connor was watching you with a sharp gaze, his features soft while his eyes were focused on you. That was a look you recognised. Genuine interest, but guarded and ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness.
It was difficult to discern what was really the case though, your paranoia and fear of having the only posession you truly owned, taken away.
The silence was truly painful this time.
As if to break the tension, Connor again leaned back slightly, probably trying to look at you from a different angle. And most likely thinking of a different approach. He reached for the plastic satchel that held your knife and tipped it into his palm, your heart jumping at the sight of it being in someone elses hands.
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"This blade is quite remarkable," he looked the knife over, turning it in it's sheath and pulling at the handle. You could tell that he was probably analysing it closer with the way he squinted. Connor's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed repeatedly as he turned it over in his hands.
You watched carefully, and when his thumb pressed on a small button near the end of the handle, the chains on your handcuffs rattled as you involuntarily reached for the knife. It was bio-encrypted and it couldn't be activated by anyone but yourself, but seeing someone else hold it made you furious.
Connor blinked and looked at you, setting the knife down on the table after your reaction.
He had just baited you, and you fell for it.
"I can't help you if you don't talk to me." Connor leaned over and waved his hand over your knife again.
A weight felt like it was lifted off your chest when he'd finally put it down.
