Connor doesn't quite have the same sense of family that Markus does. He'd like to, one day. He feels close to Hank, especially after their shared experience in the Cyberlife Tower, but he doesn't have any illusions as to how other androids might see him. Chloe's been helping him come to terms with himself and his role in the revolution, and her forgiveness has meant a lot to him. But Connor is a man without a country, not fully accepted by either humans or androids. He's accepted it, mostly.
"Maybe you did. I've been keeping track of the time I've spent here since my arrival and by my reckoning, it should be nearly April by now in Detroit. But if you just saw me, then either time moves differently here, or you've been taken from the same point in your timeline that I was, one very close to the date of the revolution."
Connor shakes his head, understanding Markus's frustration all too well. He's spent most of his time here being confused, scared, or just plain angry at his situation here and how ineffectual he is at combating it. But he's also been here for almost five months, and nothing he's done or thought of has gotten him or Chloe home again. The only thing that's changed is the color of his scrywatch, slowly transforming from a deep orange to one so pale it's almost yellow now. That means something, and as a good deal of personal growth has come along with the color change, he wonders if it also means he's that much closer to returning to Detroit. If he wants to return, that is. Here, he's been Connor, with no labels or negative associations. Maybe he should stay?
"Markus, listen to me. If I was brought here from the night of the revolution, and you're saying you just saw me there, doesn't that mean that time doesn't work the same here? Like I just said, going by the months I've spent here it should be spring in Detroit, but you're saying it's still that night that for me was five months ago now. Detroit is out there somewhere, existing, and if the Ancient can bring us here from a certain moment I have to believe that they'll be able to return us to that same moment, especially now after what you've told me. Do you have a scrywatch?" The transition may seem abrupt, but there's reason behind the sudden question. He doesn't want to give Markus misinformation, but like his Hail Mary infiltration of the Cyberlife Tower, he's going with what humans would call his gut on this. "There are a lot of people here in the same position, people whose lives have been interrupted. We're all equally out of place and out of time, but I think if we play along and go through the hoops that have been placed in front of us, we'll all eventually get back to where we need to be."
He flashes Markus a quick smile, knowing that for now at least he's on board. "I only saw the girl who gave us the phones and papers, but take a look around, Markus. I'm pretty sure we can find our own."
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"Maybe you did. I've been keeping track of the time I've spent here since my arrival and by my reckoning, it should be nearly April by now in Detroit. But if you just saw me, then either time moves differently here, or you've been taken from the same point in your timeline that I was, one very close to the date of the revolution."
Connor shakes his head, understanding Markus's frustration all too well. He's spent most of his time here being confused, scared, or just plain angry at his situation here and how ineffectual he is at combating it. But he's also been here for almost five months, and nothing he's done or thought of has gotten him or Chloe home again. The only thing that's changed is the color of his scrywatch, slowly transforming from a deep orange to one so pale it's almost yellow now. That means something, and as a good deal of personal growth has come along with the color change, he wonders if it also means he's that much closer to returning to Detroit. If he wants to return, that is. Here, he's been Connor, with no labels or negative associations. Maybe he should stay?
"Markus, listen to me. If I was brought here from the night of the revolution, and you're saying you just saw me there, doesn't that mean that time doesn't work the same here? Like I just said, going by the months I've spent here it should be spring in Detroit, but you're saying it's still that night that for me was five months ago now. Detroit is out there somewhere, existing, and if the Ancient can bring us here from a certain moment I have to believe that they'll be able to return us to that same moment, especially now after what you've told me. Do you have a scrywatch?" The transition may seem abrupt, but there's reason behind the sudden question. He doesn't want to give Markus misinformation, but like his Hail Mary infiltration of the Cyberlife Tower, he's going with what humans would call his gut on this. "There are a lot of people here in the same position, people whose lives have been interrupted. We're all equally out of place and out of time, but I think if we play along and go through the hoops that have been placed in front of us, we'll all eventually get back to where we need to be."
He flashes Markus a quick smile, knowing that for now at least he's on board. "I only saw the girl who gave us the phones and papers, but take a look around, Markus. I'm pretty sure we can find our own."