[He doesn't have a family. He has makers, a company with massive reach and influence, who assembled him and would disassemble him if he did not function to their standards. This was his point of origin, the place where he gained his first blip of consciousness -- sterile architecture and guarded hallways. More androids like him, lined up, ready to be shipped out to various warehouses around the country.

But Connor has spoken with Konoha long enough to know that this explanation won't really connect. He answers truthfully enough, but in a roundabout way.]

If you consider those who made me my family, then I'm sure they'll be fine. I'm more concerned with my friend. I... don't know how he'll fare without me, but I hope that he manages until I return.