"I love you brother."
Connor’s focused expression had quickly softened at the unexpected words of familial love. Of course he loved Caelan too – now was not the time or place to be having any heartfelt conversations, however. “…You don’t need to get sentimental, you know. Your leg component is crushed, but you’ll be fine - we’ll get you a new one.”
The RK800 promptly disconnected Caelan’s ruined leg at its joint and pushed the useless part away. There was no point in keeping it attached, anyway. The criminal they had been pursuing was long gone, but it did not matter; they had found his hideout, now he would be on the run. They would find him again, and when they did, their encounter will end much differently from this one. Connor would make sure of it.
“Come on, I’ll call in for an officer to meet us outside,” he knelt for Caelan to loop an arm over his shoulders and helped him up. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell her about this. If you hadn’t moved in time, it could have been much worse, though.”
