[When Connor approaches the sword-fighting arena in the east wing, he'll find that Cunning is seated off to the side pushing the bottle back and forth between his hands as they dangle between his knees.]
You...are a weirdly calm robot. [Hello Connor.] Is it the programming?
Yeah. This isn't that, but it's close. It's a food that can be used to heal injuries. It's not the exactly ambrosia from my old life, but it's changed enough so that if the three of you eat it you won't suffer the consequences but still reap the benefits.
The prophecy's my own, so it's not exactly in the same line of rules as what you guys have to follow. With that...the one thing you've gotta remember is that even if it's not always 100% easy to interpret or accurate, it's always the truth. You just have to consider which angle you're coming from to understand it.
WEEK 4, WEDNESDAY
You...are a weirdly calm robot. [Hello Connor.] Is it the programming?
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Of course. [Hands clasped in front of him, crispy fingies and all.] Every aspect of my personality was carefully selected and programmed by CyberLife.
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[He watches Connor from behind the mask.] What brings you out here? [i.e. why the summons, bro.]
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Passing as human was never the intent. But thank you for complimenting CyberLife's hard work, nonetheless.
[tfw you're allergic to any implication of being deviant.]
I assume you were aware of our actions inside the house, correct?
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Of course I was. You broke in, it's my domain, I checked in. How's your hand? [Besides melted.]
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[... He probably wasn't asking to be polite, but. Whatever.]
... With your permission, can I ask about the items we retrieved?
[You know, the shit they stole.]
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I'd be kind of disappointed if you didn't. What're you interested in?
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[...]
I could list one item at a time if it's easier, however.
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[:)]
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[don't call him out like this, wtf.]
The pastries we found in the basement and infirmary. What are they?
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Ambrosia... The food of the gods, often depicted as granting immortality to those who consume it.
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[Can someone say YIKES?]
What can you tell me about the claw we found in the attic? What kind of creature did it belong to?
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[... After getting killed by something else entirely, maybe. Schroginger's canon point.]
I understand you're all bound by your own set of rules, but... Is there anything you're allowed to say about the prophecy we received?
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