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The rain was highly appropriate for such a gathering, or at least that’s what his programs told him.
Connor didn’t quite know what to do with himself, there’s no code in his processors for this, Cyberlife had never intended for him to attend anything like it- for obvious reasons.
Why would he need to attend a funeral?
As the coffin was lowered into the ground he stood at the edge of the crowd, unsure if his presence was appropriate. The others side-eyed him constantly, making him feel unwelcome.He probably was.
It’s his fault Hank is dead, after all.