D:BH Conner x Human Reader

Deciding

I stepped out of the car and walked towards Hank. Sitting incorrectly on the bench. I walked over to his side. Analyzed his drink in his hand. Some more whiskey. I hugged my body as I detected the cold temperature getting into my biocomponents. Hank stated, "I use to come here a lot. Before..."

He stopped there and took a swig of his bottle. I looked back out to the Bridge, it was very pretty, too bad it was cold tonight to enjoy it, or the running questions in my memory component.

I turned to him and asked, "Before what?"

He turned back to me and answered, "Huh?"

"You said 'you use to come here a lot before' something. Before what?"

"Before... before nothin'."

I frowned in frustration. Humans are frustrating, I was designed to adapt to this kind of thing, yet I personally cannot understand such chaotic behaviors. I wanted to talk about Hank's obsession with Russian Roulette.

I know about his photo, but I feel as though I should ask him about it. About what happened, after trying to mimic natural human reactions. Yet I could tell it was something very personal.

I also felt as though I would get a proper answer out of that response either. So I may as well talk about the very case we are in. Maybe I should just try...

"Can I ask you a... personal question, Lieutenant?"

"Do all Androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you?"

I ignored his question and took his response as a yes. "Why are you so determined to kill yourself?"

He looked down to the pavement as he answered, "Some things, I just can't forget. Whatever I do, they're always there. Eating away at me... I don't have the guts to pull the trigger, so I kill myself a little each day."

He looks up to me for a moment then looks back down to the bottle in his hand, "That's probably difficult for you to understand huh, Connor? Nothing very rational about it..."

He raised the bottle of whiskey and started to drink. I turn back over to the scenery and walked forward, in front of Hank. "We're not making any progress with this investigation. The Deviants have anything in common!" I folded my arms again, then look back to Hank as I continue, "They're all different models, produced at different times, in different places."

He commented, "Well, there must be some link."

I still couldn't wrap my mind around (Y/n) either. A human acting on their own will to assist defective Androids. But... "All they have in common is this... obsession with Ra9."

I then turned around to properly face Hank again and told him, "You seem to be... preoccupied, Lieutenant. Could it be from earlier today?"

Hank then stated, "That (Y/n) was willing to go out in a limp just to save those Androids. And then again those very same Androids took a huge, risky move just to get (Y/n) back."

"It may be in their programming still to protect (Y/n). And the deviation hasn't affected that part of their instructions," I answer with reason. It makes sense to me why the Androids were that way. Just not (Y/n)...

"Then what about the girls? I don't know about you... but they really seemed to be... in love."

I rationally stated, "They can simulate Human emotions, but they're machines. And machines don't feel anything."

He stood up from the bench and asked, "And what about you Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?" Taking a step towards me as he focused on his question.