[ Connor may as well have slammed a door in his face for as abrupt as that was. He takes half a step backwards, allowing his friend room to stand, though his eyes flick to where Connor's hand still rests upon the table for a brief moment. ]

I wish I understood your situation or your world better. I wish I knew why it was you're fighting this so hard.

I'm not going to push it any more, not after what you've just been though, but I'm not going to forget it either. Fear doesn't make someone dangerous, Connor. Emotions don't either. You can be scared or angry and still choose to be a good person. Whatever you think it is you are, deviant or machine or aught else, you're still my friend -- and a good person.