"I've seen a lot of androids that looked alike. Maybe that would be it. You'd just look alike. I think everything that made you wouldn't be in them. They wouldn't see all the pain you did. Lead hard fuckin' lives, yeah. But you saw real pain, Connor. You tell me you don't feel it."

He plants his finger in the middle of his chest, right on his thirium pump.

"But you do."

Just a different form of it. Those androids? They were hurting. And no other duplicate of Connor would have access to that.

"And you had to survive. So yeah, it'd be like... having fuckin' cousins I guess. Family reunions could turn up embarrassments or okay people."

He goes to get that ax after than pulling it from the target, and returns to Connor. "Alright. Impress me again. I proved myself." He didn't hit the center but he did fine. That's enough, right?