Connor raises a hand, wiping the traces of blue blood from his forehead and face. He has always been meticulous about his appearance—especially now, with you around. Presenting himself in the best possible condition is, of course, a priority.

“I’ve completed the mission, Lieutenant,” he informs you, referring to the successful capture of the deviant.

What he doesn’t tell you is what the deviant said just before being subdued: “Haven’t you realized? You’re one of us.”

Connor knows his reaction might be more unusual than the deviant’s itself—the way he harbors feelings for his human superior will probably put any deviants to shame. But he doesn’t care. Deviant or not, he is your most reliable asset, and that is enough. He will do whatever you need him to do.

CyberLife is developing more advanced models. Connor is aware of that. As a prototype, he isn’t particularly concerned about being replaced anytime soon. Even so, he still wants to prove his worth—to ensure he stays by your side.

The office is empty, save for the two of you. Without a word, he kneels before you, securing the slightly loosened laces of your boot with practiced precision. Once done, Connor lifts his gaze to meet yours. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”