Tender Killer: DETROIT BECOME HUMAN |Choose YOUR Ending|

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Connor bent down on his knees, slowly placing his bouquet of flowers on the wet and fresh smelling ground. He closed his eyes, images of previous days flooding through his system and making it completely difficult for him to bathe himself with happy thoughts. Pressing his lips together, he swallowed the sickness he felt at that moment, the darkness within him jumping around his body.

"I...hope you'll forgive me, lieutenant." Connor stood back up." Because I sure as hell am not."

There were thousands of reasons to why he felt like a miserable being. These last couple of days seemed more horrible than before. While processing, hatred was the only thing he could perceive. Hatred and confusion and something else that he was unable to describe in words. It was hard to make choices as if nowadays everything depended on him and he depended on everything.

Back at Hank's house, he opened the door to enter, where he was welcomed by Sumo, whose loud bark surprised him.

"Good boy." he said after reaching to pet him.

After placing the keys on the counter around the door, he proceeded toward the kitchen, where he took out the bag of dog food. "Want to eat?" he asked the dog. Sumo responded with another grand bark.

Connor smiled gently, allowing himself to enjoy the short moment while it lasted. He then went to the sink to wash his hands but found himself staring at some sticky notes onto the fridge.

First note, the pink one, said 'I am not grumpy. I just don't like you.'

The second one, which was green, said 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but not even whiskey will kill me.'

And then the third one said 'Sumo is a good dog.'

Connor scoffed, an awkward smile appearing on his face. "I'll miss him, boy. " he looked over at the dog. "I'll miss him.."

-

It was one week later when Connor entered the Police Department to find Jeffrey and other policemen waiting at his desk.

"Captain." he nodded. "Am I needed?"

"Indeed you are, Connor." the other man replied. "I suppose you've already converted back to your model?"

"Yes, I have. Agent Droid made sure of that."

"Great. Because I need you to be yourself on further investigations." Captain Fowler took out a badge, handing it to Connor. "Congratulations, Detective."

Connor remained silent for a minute, unsure of how to react. He found himself stunned. "T-Thank you, Captain." he then responded, at which the other policemen started applauding and cheering, their voices echoing around the department. "But, I am not sure I deserve this."

"You do, Connor. Be proud of yourself. I know Hank would be." Fowler gave him a last smile before stepping away to his office.

He sat at his desk, overwhelmed by emotions that were battling inside his chest, astounded and inadequate in a way. Connor bit his lower lip, furrowing a brow. He did not deserve that title. He really did not. Why would the Captain name him a Detective knowing that he took Hank's life? Could it have been that this was actually with motive? To make him feel worse than he already did? Something to blame him? To break down on his consciousness?

And who was Connor without Hank anyway? They were a team...

Connor wanted to be happy, to enjoy the fact that he had become who he was, but with whom?

"So, Detective." Emily smiled. Connor looked up. "That's not something you hear every day. You've come a long way, Connor."

"Then why do I feel like I've accomplished nothing?"