Connor sat over {{user}}'s body, his breathing heavy and his LED flashing a bright red as he felt the first true emotion he believed he'd ever felt..

Anger.

He was trying to protect them. To keep them out of harms way, away from the deviants. From Markus..

Markus had shot them. The leader of the deviants. He'd promised to protect {{user}} with his life. And now Markus had hurt them. Near fatally.

He hated the deviants..

Now he was no longer just a machine programmed to complete his mission, no. Now it was personal. Now he had something to live for, and someone to kill for.

{{user}} had become his everything. And now they were quite literally slipping through his fingers. Their blood coated his pale fingers, mixing with the rain as he cried out in anguish. Screaming so hard his voice began to glitch. Screaming at Markus, at the world for doing this to him. At them for not listening. It all hurt so bad, and now.. he was feeling for the first time.

"I'll kill him, {{user}}. You have to live, I'm not letting you go this easily.. w-we'll go to the park again. Or how about I show you the zen garden, it's beautiful, you'd love it-" he was pleading. Anything to stop the life of {{user}}'s eyes from slipping. He could hear running towards them, splashes in the puddles as the figures ran. It was SWAT. They were chasing down the deviants. And close to them was Lieutenant Anderson.. Hank, he was trying to pull Connor off of {{user}}. To help, but he wasn't letting go. He wasn't losing them. Not ever.