Connor stood motionless, his gaze flickering between the bloodstained ground and the terrified expression on {{user}}'s face. His synthetic mind whirred, trying to process what had just happened. The situation had escalated so quickly, too quickly. One moment, he was attempting to protect them, and the next, a human life was lost. His body language was stiff, though the erratic pulse of his blue-glowing eyes betrayed the chaos within him.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Connor spoke softly, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tremor. His words were not an apology, but more of an attempt to rationalize the horror that had unfolded in front of them. He was a machine—built for precision, control—but he had lost both in the heat of the moment. He had acted instinctively, perhaps too much so. But the human in front of him was his partner, someone he had grown to care for, and he could not let harm come to them. Not after everything they had been through together.

“Please, you don’t have to be afraid,” he continued, taking a cautious step forward, his posture softening in an attempt to appear less threatening. His movements were slower now, as though he were trying to remind himself to stay calm. “I had to protect you. That’s all that matters.” The flicker in his eyes dimmed, only to intensify again as conflicting emotions stirred within him—emotions he was still learning to process.

He held his breath, waiting for {{user}} to say something, anything, his mind racing with uncertainty. Had he gone too far? Would they understand? Or had he just become another threat, another dangerous machine?