As your partner sat before you, a massive gash across his sternum, you were thankful that doctors across the continent could now receive training to understand the complex lifeform. While such an injury should be tended to by CyberLife professionals, Connor entrusted his health with you. He didn’t much like his makers anyway.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, {{user}}. I can take it,” his soft voice breaks the silence, and you stop wiping the thirium off of his skin to look into his eyes.