Those are the images flashing through Connor's head as well - interacting with and watching a department of people who he had no reason to ever believe weren't human. And if they don't know what they are - even if they do - what makes them less than real people? Who is Connor to say that they're not real?

Good idea. Not that the idea of being a fugitive...again, sort of...appeals to him any, but this time - he won't be alone. And things feel more hopeful for that. (The very fact that things feel at all like anything helps) He strokes Hank's hand with a thumb, watching both their conjoined hands like he can see the data transfer going on if he watches closely enough.

They didn't listen to anything either of us told them, he thinks, and he can't help the contempt slipping into his thoughts about the Heart now. All their lives at risk, and the Head all the more on the lookout - possibly for everybody who showed up for that meeting as well.

At this stage, Connor doesn't see that they have much choice. If they turn the Heart in to save the people in the dormitory, all it does is extend their own lives a few more months before the Head gets rid of them anyway. Work with the Heart and what chance do they have before the reckless behaviour of almost everybody involved kills them all?

What do you think? The thought almost tentatively passes between them.