[That’s only half-correct. Let’s be cautious, until a solution is clear before him — in which case, let them #yolo the heck out of everything, consequences be damned. This part of Connor lives stubbornly within him, unable to be completely wiped by way of design. They just need the right circumstances for it to be revealed.
For now, though, he tracks the plate as it sluices through the water. Tries to guess at its trajectory through habit alone, though he knows no such algorithm or visual representation will crop up in his vision upon command.]
Yes, Sumo and Lieutenant Hank Anderson. We’re work partners, back in Detroit.
[Connor begins a swim to go fetch the plate, to situate himself at a better distance if they’re going to pretend to play catch.]
no subject
For now, though, he tracks the plate as it sluices through the water. Tries to guess at its trajectory through habit alone, though he knows no such algorithm or visual representation will crop up in his vision upon command.]
Yes, Sumo and Lieutenant Hank Anderson. We’re work partners, back in Detroit.
[Connor begins a swim to go fetch the plate, to situate himself at a better distance if they’re going to pretend to play catch.]
…Me and Hank, I mean.