you were always better, you weren’t even an android

nines was always cold, strict and serious. Yet Connor was.. at least softer, despise you for being so much better, even without a metallic heart, metallic hand and a computer for a mind.

Connor: “well speak of the devil.”

nines: “hm..”

my glare at you as they stand together

as you was walk you smile at the portrait on the wall of knowledge, like always you were in first place; and under you was nines and Connor.