[Justice... Please don't faceplant because your outfit is literally too heavy. Connor seems to seriously consider the question before nodding, though.]
... Yes. I like it. [Said in the same tone that he might use to say he likes animals he's never seen, or catchy music he's only briefly listened to. So, polite. A teeny bit unsure. But pretty sincere, when it comes down to it.] Thank you. It's very thoughtful of you. This only confirms that I've pledged my loyalty to the right god.
[Oh. Hm. This sure is his least favorite topic in the world!]
—I'm not a deviant.
[It's practically a knee-jerk reaction at this point. Instantly defensive. Instantly ready to talk circles around why he absolutely, positively cannot feel emotion. He has to remind himself of who he's talking to in order to find a single iota of chill.]
Androids are incapable of human emotion. Only a defective machine would believe otherwise. [This conversation keep happening to him. He has done nothing to deserve this, wtf.] Why would you want a machine that's endowed with free will?
[Surprised, Justice flinches, even covering his head like he's afraid he's about to get struck. Kind of a troubling reaction on both of their parts, here.]
I...I'm sorry. I was just curious, that's all. I want to know all about you.
Connor is going to be quite suddenly, quite abruptly jarred out of whichever diatribe he was about to go off on. He's silent for a second or two, LED spinning red, red, red — before finally settling down on yellow. He adjusts his tie. Straightens out his jacket. Gets his LED back to blue.]
I apologize. [His tone's softer now, at least. His chill has been located.] It seems my response was... inappropriate. Perhaps it would benefit both of us if we selected another topic.
[One that doesn't have to do with feelings.]
Like, for example— I'd like to learn all about you, as well. What gifts are you most interested in? How may I best serve you?
It's okay...I'm sorry. I just thought that...never mind.
[Justice straightens hesitantly, hands clenching and unclenching.]
I like most anything...I like animals. I don't have a very big following right now, so...if you can convince anyone else to join our team, that would be really, really great!
["I just thought that..." reminds him too much of another conversation. Something entirely unpleasant. But— It's fine. It's good. Just press forward. Ignore it.]
... I see. [...] Then, you're in luck. Helping you win this competition is now my mission, and I always accomplish my mission. You can count on me, Justice.
I look forward to our partnership. [Said in the most earnest tone, despite the fact that his god is like hecking 5.] Is there anything you'd like me to know before we continue with this competition?
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[His hands come up to the sides of his masked and cloaked head, holding it as if in support of the adornments he's wearing.]
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... Yes. I like it. [Said in the same tone that he might use to say he likes animals he's never seen, or catchy music he's only briefly listened to. So, polite. A teeny bit unsure. But pretty sincere, when it comes down to it.] Thank you. It's very thoughtful of you. This only confirms that I've pledged my loyalty to the right god.
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That makes me so happy, thank you! I also want to know...
[A hesitation.]
Sorry, this might be rude, but...how does it feel, being you? I mean, did you always know you weren't human?
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[Since androids don't have ~feelings~, or whatever. Nevermind the fact he can 100% get upset and pouty under the right circumstances.]
To answer your question: Yes. I am a machine designed to accomplish a task. As such, I've always known what I am, and what I am not.
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[He almost sounds...sad?]
I guess...that's a good thing. It would be horrible to find out you were something other than what you thought you were, right?
[His mask tilts downward.]
Does that mean you can't feel other things, either?
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—I'm not a deviant.
[It's practically a knee-jerk reaction at this point. Instantly defensive. Instantly ready to talk circles around why he absolutely, positively cannot feel emotion. He has to remind himself of who he's talking to in order to find a single iota of chill.]
Androids are incapable of human emotion. Only a defective machine would believe otherwise. [This conversation keep happening to him. He has done nothing to deserve this, wtf.] Why would you want a machine that's endowed with free will?
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[Surprised, Justice flinches, even covering his head like he's afraid he's about to get struck. Kind of a troubling reaction on both of their parts, here.]
I...I'm sorry. I was just curious, that's all. I want to know all about you.
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Connor is going to be quite suddenly, quite abruptly jarred out of whichever diatribe he was about to go off on. He's silent for a second or two, LED spinning red, red, red — before finally settling down on yellow. He adjusts his tie. Straightens out his jacket. Gets his LED back to blue.]
I apologize. [His tone's softer now, at least. His chill has been located.] It seems my response was... inappropriate. Perhaps it would benefit both of us if we selected another topic.
[One that doesn't have to do with feelings.]
Like, for example— I'd like to learn all about you, as well. What gifts are you most interested in? How may I best serve you?
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[Justice straightens hesitantly, hands clenching and unclenching.]
I like most anything...I like animals. I don't have a very big following right now, so...if you can convince anyone else to join our team, that would be really, really great!
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... I see. [...] Then, you're in luck. Helping you win this competition is now my mission, and I always accomplish my mission. You can count on me, Justice.
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I will! I do! I know you can do it...we can do it, together!
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[Except, Justice pauses.]
Wait! I want you to know...you're going to do a great job!