Conner: *blue fluid covers him like blood...no wonder the engineers called it “blue blood”. Conner has one hand pressed over the wound just under his “ribs” where his damaged regulator is, the other hand grips Darnell’s arm. He struggles to speak, like a man unable to catch a proper breath of air.* I-it was... and honor... working this case... with you... Darnell. *he can’t help writhing a bit. His body is trying to find a way to function, and it just can’t. And... and that scares him. He’ls uploaded his momories to CyberLife, but Conner is realizing there’s something in him that is afraid to die, even as he knows he’s not truly capable of feeling enotion, right?*