Your POV
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I stare at the scene, my mouth agape from the shock. "Oh my god..."

"Holy shit," Hank mutters.

Shaking my head, I exit and stand outside of the observation room, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.

I just need to breathe.

"YN? Are you okay?" a voice asks, causing me to jump a little from the scare.

I look up and see that it's Hank.

"Yeah," I sigh heavily, fixing my glasses. "That was...Jesus Christ, man."

"I feel you," he responds sympathetically, setting a hand on my shoulder before wandering off. "Let me know if you need anything."

I nod absentmindedly, going to walk in the opposite direction for a stroll.

Steps can be heard from behind, increasing in speed to catch up to me. They slow to match my pace on my left, and I glance up at them.

This time, it's Connor.

"Is everything alright, YN?" he inquires, appearing to be a bit...concerned?

"Yeah. I just need to clear my head, is all," I tell him with a small smile, going back to watching the ground as I continue onward.

"What just happened seems to be affecting you quite a bit," he pushes lightly. "Why is that?"

I hesitate, stopping in my tracks. He does the same, awaiting my answer with patience, his eyes never budging from my own.

I meet his gaze and say softly, "It's just that...the deviant was... I can't really explain it. I just saw him as a person and not as a machine, you know?"

His circle LED on his temple flickers yellow as he ponders it over, nodding slowly. "I understand what you mean, but it was just a machine."

"To you, maybe," I respond before going on my way, "but not to me."

I can feel his stare lingering on my frame as I leave, sensing mixed emotions coming from him as he processes what I said.

I sit down at my desk, placing my head in my hands and closing my eyes, being careful of my glasses.

My statement certainly gave Connor something to think about, that's for sure.

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A F T E R M A T H
{ Chapter Four }

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-CastrarWolf