[Stiffly, unsatisfied more that it's hard to dredge up an argument against that, given there's no way to prove it, Connor just frowns and looks pointedly at Simon.]

In your experience, maybe that's true. But you're hardly an android built by CyberLife, are you, Simon? You're not from my world, and different rules exist.

Don't be so quick to label me as something that I'm not. [He can feel Amanda's frown from across the literal universe, so ingrained is her presence in the digital space of the zen garden, even if she no longer claims space there since he's arrived at the Temple. It's heavy and suffocating.] Please.