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[notalive]

🏠︎ Connor | F5 R01
✉ connor@dualislink

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🕪 "This is Connor. You can leave a message for me after the beep and I'll be in touch."

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[metamorphotic]

Nick's seen enough weird shit in the past few years that Connor's sudden de-pantsing and offer to switch his skin off just earns him a light laugh of amusement. It also helps that he's not a creep, so it all comes across as genuinely helpful.

"Let's go with off for now," she says, and sits down on the floor so she can work on his knee at a better view. She frowns faintly as she gives the damage a thorough visual inspection.

"Navi wasn't AI - they were grown, like test tube babies? Except they're space ships. But you'd kinda get into the ship if you were on it, I guess - everyone got these weird symbols on their hands, mine faded when I ended up here, and Navi had one too." She taps at the center of her forehead to indicate where that symbol was located. "Navi didn't really talk, but we had this - mental link? I think that's what you'd call it, basically Navi talked to us all telepathically. Everyone on the ship also had a partner, and you could talk to your partner that way, too. Navi said they were powered by the energy made by good partnerships - which I guess ain't the weirdest thing. The assholes in Hadriel were powered by emotions. At least Navi didn't do shit like bury us alive to scare us."

[notalive]

He nods, and the skin on his leg seems to flicker before it vanishes entirely. The affect of skin was already a little shaky in that area - cutting out in the area of the bullet holes before reactivating in sporadic bursts - but it did a passable job of hiding the damage. Now, it's very visible - the bullet had gone through what would be the kneecap of a human, but on Connor is much more complex machinery. Then it had burst out the back of his leg with a much larger exit wound.

The leg feels exposed - more so than he feels with his pants off - and it feels odd looking at the dark hole in the front of his leg, feeling the shards of polymer and occasional bit of wiring hanging out of the back, so he's grateful for Nick talking while she sits next to it.

"Huh." He leans back in the chair, tries not to stair at Nick so intently while she examines the leg. "I'm used to people being able to talk into my mind, but I can imagine it must be difficult when you're not used to it."

He decides not to ask about the buried alive part, or the general torment. It's probably not easy to talk about. But he can't help his face twisting at the mention of it all the same.

"Could you read each other's minds, or just send and receive messages?"