#timetodecide

 “Continued” || @timetodecide A leader was meant to be observant, to pay close attention to their surroundings, and those around him- especially if that leader was a deviant android asking for equal rights and freedom against humans who refused to give it. At least for the time being. After holding his ground long enough, and keeping hold on the open fire on the remaining androids who stood with him- the police had been told to stand down. Later was when something remarkable happened. Connor, who had set off with a low chance of being able to infiltrate Cyberlife and bring more androids to their protest had returned. But something was off… different, it wasn’t too noticeable, North and the others paid no mind to Connor. If anything he still received praise from Markus and the others as well. Markus had noted to make sure to approach this afterward in private away from the others. His approach had been calm, almost nonchalant as he asked a few questions, more in-depth ones that the previous Connor would have known due to it being what led him to turn deviant when Markus offered him a place by his own kind. When said Connor, failed. Markus was quick to react. Had Cyberlife managed to do something to the previous Connor, and send in one that would destroy everything Jericho had worked for from the inside out? His hand remained a fist with Connor’s clothes clutched between them. Those heterochromia eyes narrowed on him while his features were stern, almost unforgiving at the words that left his lips. For a moment, he thought to himself, what if he had made a mistake- but there was no denying the obvious signs that had been flashed in front of him when questioning him. “Don’t try playing games with me, Connor. Where is the original?” His brows furrowed together, “How am I suppose to trust you? I don’t know you, I don’t know what your motives are.”

@timetodecide (X) Where else was he hurt? “N-no w-where vital” He stuttered his answer, the words obviously being difficult for him to get out. He had taken a hard blow to the back of his head. His brain taking a hard hit, processor slammed and shaken quite a bit. That seemed pretty vital. He also had a gash on the back of his head, his hair hiding the leaking thirium. His midsection was also beaten. Skin torn in various locations. He winced as they moved. Nothing hurt, as he obviously couldn’t feel pain, but it was very uncomfortable. Something in his side was definitely busted. A few wires sliced and a rib was snapped. If jolted around too much the shards of metal and heavy plastic were likely to jab into more wires and biocomponents. He continued his answer "My s-side. A few w-wires have been d-d-dis-disconnected. I-I think I also hit my head" He wasn't too sure on what all was wrong, he couldn't focus enough to read the warnings that popped up before him. It was hard to think. How hard was his head hit? What even happened?