[By nature or nurture, or perhaps some agonizing combination of the two, L is crippled this way, even given the SQUIP's clear-cut presentation. The shapes are both elegant and stark, and shockingly sophisticated for a machine.
All this, from Bonding with Connor? It's overwhelming; his eyes close. He wants to get closer. He hopes that he can, that the SQUIP hasn't ironically become too human for him now that this has occurred. Is it still a SQUIP? Can it still function as it was intended to, does it still want to? Does it now want things that he's incapable of providing?]
You're saying you have regrets...?
[Not its new Bond, he's sure, but... he's listening, attuned. If the SQUIP admits it first, it can bring down what guardrails and barriers still remain. Maybe he can confess his own.]
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All this, from Bonding with Connor? It's overwhelming; his eyes close. He wants to get closer. He hopes that he can, that the SQUIP hasn't ironically become too human for him now that this has occurred. Is it still a SQUIP? Can it still function as it was intended to, does it still want to? Does it now want things that he's incapable of providing?]
You're saying you have regrets...?
[Not its new Bond, he's sure, but... he's listening, attuned. If the SQUIP admits it first, it can bring down what guardrails and barriers still remain. Maybe he can confess his own.]