[Connor remembers the way the SQUIP had spoken, too. It had taken a while for it to stop separating itself from what it once was, at least in conversation. Whether it will ever feel the same again, however, is another matter entirely. Connor looks mildly sheepish for a moment.]

I'm... sorry about your window. I had to see the SQUIP, and I didn't want to give myself the chance to put it off even longer. I assume it was easy enough to repair, but if you'd like me to pay you for it, I can.

[There's no CyberLife here to pay for the damages this time, so Connor feels it's only right that he offer himself. Back on topic, though-]

I can see things are hard for it.

[To put it lightly. He never thought the confident, self-assured SQUIP he'd come to know could be brought so low.]

I still... don't know how I feel about it.