[He won't. At least, not yet. His own unspoken thoughts are heavy and brooding, every bit as difficult to parse as Connor's.
He glances aside at the question, guarded, trying to guess at Connor's motive. Not an ill one; he doubts the android has it in him to try so transparently to unmask his weaknesses for the purposes of using them against him, but... it's asking him to be vulnerable to speak of such things.]
Regulation. It... regulated me. There was a human in my world who did it before I came here.
[Because, he doesn't say, no human can be so extraordinary in some ways without being equally deficient in others.]
[Connor is still curious, and he doesn't hesitate before inquiring further.]
Can you elaborate? I'm sorry, I've just never met a human who needed regulation.
[Which isn't meant to be an insult, just a clarification on why he's so interested. And it's easier to focus on this than the lingering ache in his chest that the SQUIP left behind.]
[What harm could it do, at this point? Though L always tenses when he's talking about his previous life, reluctant to get into any kind of details that might harm him or those close to him, Connor's had many chances to hurt him, and taken none of them. In spite of everything, Connor still cared for the SQUIP and prioritized its needs.]
You'd agree that humans have different strengths and weaknesses, I'm sure. Optimally... members of every species would be born into the world well-suited to survival. Innovation wouldn't be a priority... only ensuring the survival of the individual, the offspring, the clan.
[He pauses. Connor knows him, has witnessed his ineptitude at caring for himself, the downright childishness he handles his mundane everyday affairs with.]
Life in an organic system isn't optimal, though.
[He's not normal. That's a strangely difficult and even painful thing to say out loud.]
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[He won't. At least, not yet. His own unspoken thoughts are heavy and brooding, every bit as difficult to parse as Connor's.
He glances aside at the question, guarded, trying to guess at Connor's motive. Not an ill one; he doubts the android has it in him to try so transparently to unmask his weaknesses for the purposes of using them against him, but... it's asking him to be vulnerable to speak of such things.]
Regulation. It... regulated me. There was a human in my world who did it before I came here.
[Because, he doesn't say, no human can be so extraordinary in some ways without being equally deficient in others.]
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Can you elaborate? I'm sorry, I've just never met a human who needed regulation.
[Which isn't meant to be an insult, just a clarification on why he's so interested. And it's easier to focus on this than the lingering ache in his chest that the SQUIP left behind.]
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[What harm could it do, at this point? Though L always tenses when he's talking about his previous life, reluctant to get into any kind of details that might harm him or those close to him, Connor's had many chances to hurt him, and taken none of them. In spite of everything, Connor still cared for the SQUIP and prioritized its needs.]
You'd agree that humans have different strengths and weaknesses, I'm sure. Optimally... members of every species would be born into the world well-suited to survival. Innovation wouldn't be a priority... only ensuring the survival of the individual, the offspring, the clan.
[He pauses. Connor knows him, has witnessed his ineptitude at caring for himself, the downright childishness he handles his mundane everyday affairs with.]
Life in an organic system isn't optimal, though.
[He's not normal. That's a strangely difficult and even painful thing to say out loud.]