[Hank sighs. He hesitates, looks almost embarrassed, sounds resigned.]
You're a really advanced machine, you know? Made to look just like a human. Don't know if you noticed that. And when you- I don't know. Maybe there is nothing going on in there, inside you, and when you said 'no, this was a mistake' that was just a little bit of me, still hanging out. But- It sure looked like you were in pain. Real pain.
[Hank meets Connor's eyes, but only for a second. He's looking away before he's even gone on talking, leaning back his head and closing his eyes, grimacing at the empty dark behind them.]
Guess you can call me a sucker. Fell for the trick you're designed for. But I can't do it. I can't see you look like that again, knowing it's my fault. I just can't.
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You're a really advanced machine, you know? Made to look just like a human. Don't know if you noticed that. And when you- I don't know. Maybe there is nothing going on in there, inside you, and when you said 'no, this was a mistake' that was just a little bit of me, still hanging out. But- It sure looked like you were in pain. Real pain.
[Hank meets Connor's eyes, but only for a second. He's looking away before he's even gone on talking, leaning back his head and closing his eyes, grimacing at the empty dark behind them.]
Guess you can call me a sucker. Fell for the trick you're designed for. But I can't do it. I can't see you look like that again, knowing it's my fault. I just can't.