No violence in the face of violence. A lot of people might find that admirable. Heather just finds it frustrating—upsetting. It doesn't matter that Markus' way succeeded. An eye for an eye. Pain for pain. Loss for loss.

Connor? Huh. It could be a coincidence. It probably isn't.

"Heather Mason," She lies with such ease these days. Heather Mason may as well be her name. They do say if you say a lie enough eventually even you begin to believe it,"I, uh, hope I didn't pry too much. We don't have androids or... anything even remotely like that in my world. Plenty of asshole humans, though."

Some things are the same world to world.

It was kind of heavy for a first conversation. For Heather, though, that's often how it goes. Small talk isn't a weapon in her arsenal.