SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

[O] thirty ━ for the last time

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>> [O]    Let Mia handle it <<

"Wait!"

Before Connor could pull the trigger, before even properly understanding what she herself was really holding in her hand, Mia closed her hand around that thing and mindlessly followed her instinct of immediately grasping Connor's arm, tugging him away from taking aim at the other RK800, barely just then awakening to his new state. 

"Mia," Connor's tone warned her through the wave of confusion which she could read a little too well onto his face. Yet, even at the cost of nerves getting the best of her, she did not back away, pulling at his sleeve until his hand had lowered the gun completely. Only then did she finally step in front of him.

Having her stand between him and his acquired target turned Connor's LED from a calm blue to a bright yellow, making visible his processing unit's new struggle to choose between watching Mia and keeping an eye on the android starting to properly gather the parameters of the situation it had ended up into, a state which he couldn't help but acknowledge as utterly undesirable and highly dangerous for them.

Unprompted, Mia helped him into making up his mind by simply taking charge of the conversation. "I know what he's done, and I know he's dangerous," she nodded, and though she did not lose eye contact herself, she watched patiently as Connor ultimately caved in on throwing glances over her shoulder at the destroyed android, a body which though had once been his, now was held by someone she was rather certain he disliked heavily. Unable to blame him for that dislike, she inhaled much needed patience. "He can't hurt us right now though."

"We have no reason to keep him alive," Connor justified out loud his urge of bringing his gun up again with something else other than rage and an incomprehensible need for revenge. Too many bad things happened to her because of him, a much more honest part of his processing unit already compiled the continuation of his answer for him, though it knew all to well he won't be speaking it any time soon. He has to be destroyed. 

Though she did not give him any motive as to why his statement would be anything other than true, Mia was most definitely not thinking the same way as him when she sighed, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. "I need to talk with him."

"Talk with him?" he repeated, ready to self-diagnose his hearing components as defective. Connor had had his fair share of encounters with Mia's insane ideas over the years, but this one might as well take the crown as the craziest yet. "What would you possibly have to talk with him about?"

His tone may have decreased in volume, but that had little to do with his actual outrage at what she had delayed his primary functions for. In fact, the only reason he employed the tone modification was to avoid, as much as possible, the other RK800 from hearing them, without however stepping away and thus leaving him unsupervised. Over Mia's shoulder, their lines of sight briefly intersected, forcing Connor to face a pair of identically designed optical units, components that had once actually been his, whom, he was certain, now saw the world marginally different.

"I know it sounds like I am insane," Mia validated his unspoken opinion on the sanity of her demands and reasoning, bringing Connor's attention back to her, however no relief whatsoever. Just because she acknowledged the irresponsible nature of her wish didn't suddenly absolve it of its negative trait. "But he's harmless right now. Just look at him," she prompted him, though making no movement to look back. Connor could see her in his peripheral vision watching him instead while she continued, "He's stuck in a body already in critical condition. You were in that position, you know shutdown is imminent and the closer he gets to that point, the less he will be able to function. Movement is out of the equation already, since I carried you herr, and if he tries anything at all, you are here."