Certain that Cain is constantly reading the minute nuances in his expression, Samuel took a deep breath and kept a sturdy aim at his head, hoping Lillian would trust that he wouldn't actually fire, as well as that Cain wouldn't know that either.

"You intrigue me, Samuel," the broken voice snapped the officer out of his focus and he found himself staring back into Cain's eyes; the transparent material covering his optic mechanism had cracks gracing each of them, as if something popped against it from the inside. "You always were more interesting than most other humans."

Taken aback by the sudden statement, Samuel tightened the grip on his gun. "I'm far from interesting, compared to you. Just a gun toting guard," he dismissed, but it wasn't enough to derail the conversation.

"Uninteresting people generally don't have to say that," Cain calmly argued.

Samuel found himself almost mesmerized, breaking out of the spell only thanks to the pitch shifts in his speech. He had to stay focused. "Just come with me, Cain. Please," he ignored the therapist's attempt to resume the conversation. "Stanley and Lillian are waiting for you, they can fix you."

"There's nothing to fix-"

"Please, Cain." Samuel interrupted him, begging. "I can let you go, if you just promise to calmly follow," he stopped and cocked his gun. "But if you try anything, it will get messy."

Cain went silent and tilted his head to the side, and Samuel could see his other arm slowly move up in the corner of his eye, reaching to his head. His electricity-laced fingers were so close that the Officer could hear the gentle buzzing but didn't take his eyes off Cain's face until his hand came into view. "Is that a threat, Samuel?" he wondered, the neon blue glow reflecting off his emotionless eyes.

"It's a promise." Samuel narrowed his eyes, baring his teeth while struggling to keep his voice steady despite the threat of being electrocuted.

A short stutter of a hum escaped the android's throat. "That's a shame." He pressed his fingers against Samuel's skin, thumb resting just above his eyes and the rest of the fingers tracing along from the temple to the cheekbone.

The electricity felt slightly stinging against the skin, still not enough to be damaging, but definitely a clear warning. Samuel felt his heart racing, threatening to burst out of his chest, and he had to clench his hands to the point that they almost went numb to stop them from shaking. "You wouldn't," the words seeped between his teeth, in hopes of calling the android's bluff.

"Would you?" Cain taunted back, moving his hand on Samuel's face in a surprisingly gentle stroke that managed to remain very menacing.

He fought the urge to shake his hand off his face. "You know I don't want to, but I will if you keeps this up." he risked using a scare tactic of his own.

Cain tilted his head the other way in what appeared to be an either puzzled or doubtful expression. "Why are you trying so hard to hide something so painfully obvious?" he wondered, watching Samuel's eyes widen in what could very well be sheer terror. "What a blatant lie. This is all you ever wanted, isn't it, Samuel? To show how much better you are than those robots that make you feel so inferior and...expendable," this time his voice went through the clearest it had been up until now, cutting through the Officer's very being like jagged knives.

[[ Sam? Is everything alright? ]]

It took him a moment to realize he was being called at but didn't dare to move a muscle. He felt that he couldn't even if he wanted to.

[[ He's playing with your head, Sam. You can't fall for it. ]]

This time it was Stanley talking to him, but he couldn't even focus on his words, that at this point might have been just a figment of his own imagination.

"You're shaking," Cain's words brought him back, and the Officer was now aware that he could no longer keep himself composed, starting to see the flickering electricity over his eye. "Could this be your survival instinct finally kicking in-?"

"SHUT UP!" Samuel spat, seething with rage, and pressed the cold metal of the gun against the artificial skin. "Just...Shut up! Dammit, I thought you were different, but you're as heartless as they come!"

Cain didn't even wince, but after a moment moved his hand away from Sam's face. "And you're not that different either," he answered coldly before placing his hand just above Samuel's collarbone, delivering a quick electrical pulse that made the man's body involuntarily contract in a pained grunt; A gunshot fired as he did, missing Cain's head by a hair before he pushed the paralyzed man away to the floor, casually getting back to his feet as if none of the exchange just happened.

[[ Sam? SAM?! ]]

Lillian's voice came through the transmitter again, loud enough this time to grab Cain's attention. He crouched next to Samuel and felt around his shoulders until he found the communicator, pulling it into the palm of his hand, looking around the place until he found the cameras. "Nice try," he calmly talked into it before closing his hand around it, crushing the device between his fingers.

Knowing Samuel's gun was loaded, he pried it from his hand while the man appeared to be fighting for consciousness. He straightened up a looked back at the camera, using what's still functioning in his internal HUD to take careful aim, taking a shot while looking directly at it.

The camera exploded in a sputter of metal and glass, and Cain proceeded to neutralize the rest. He shot them one by one, every single camera he could spot surrounding the lobby, until he made a full circle back, as the gun's sight fell on none other than founder Isaac Durante.

"Please put that thing down, Cain," he asked quietly, remaining unusually calm in the face of a loaded gun held by his remorseless creation.

Cain stood still, not moving the gun away. He watched the old man's expression for any hint of concealed fear. It was easy finding it with Samuel, but he couldn't spot any in Isaac's face, nor in his posture. "Interesting. You'd have to be very brave or incredibly stupid to take this position, and I've always thought of you as a smart person," he said while estimating the weight of the gun. He knew there was at least one more round in the magazine. "Of course, I might be wrong, for once."

Isaac let out a sigh and smiled. "Maybe so," he kept looking straight down the barrel of the gun.

Puzzled by his reaction, Cain lowered the gun a little, still keeping it aimed where a shot would be fatal. "You're making no sense, Isaac."

"Humans are rather nonsensical creatures, aren't they?" Isaac shrugged and adjusted his glasses. "Making stupid mistakes left and right, and then paying another human to help them...pretty silly, isn't it?"

Cain kept the gun aimed at the man; his expression still blank as it was all throughout the struggle. "What's your point?"

"Do you know what you were created for, Cain?" he wondered and stepped forward, not even flinching when the android immediately raised his gun and aimed it back at his head. He stopped after a couple of steps, slowly shaking his head. "I'd say that's more of Abel's thing, don't you? Good thing he's deployed-"

"What are you getting at?" Cain's expression changed slightly as he narrowed his eyes, getting impatient.

Isaac remained silent for a moment, watching as the android appeared to be fighting the twitches plaguing his system. "You we're made to be human, Cain. Or at least imitate one. And humans make mistakes."

"But robots don't. When we do, we get disposed of," Cain retorted.

"But you are so much more than a mere robot," Isaac insisted, retaining his calm demeanor while still donning a soft smile in the face of the armed android. "You were made to help people, to make it easier to seek help and feel there's a real person listening to them, unconditionally," he explained, looking between Cain and the loaded gun. "Please, you have no use for this. Put it down."

Cain wouldn't budge, not taking his eyes off the old man. "What makes you so sure?" despite the threatening question, the lack of tone in his voice made it hard to determine if he was trying to be sinister, or genuinely confused.

"Because I know you wouldn't do it."

"Why not?"

Isaac's smile dropped a little, and his voice turned serious. "Because I wouldn't."

This time it appeared that Cain didn't have any response, and he just kept staring at Isaac as if trying to understand his reasoning.

The man shook his head and reached out his arm, placing his hand under the gun. "Do you still remember the day you were activated? Your first successful treatment?"

Cain look down it his hand, fighting another wave of involuntary ticks. Slowly, he nodded his head once. Through choppy bits of corrupted memory files, one of the very first memories he could call his own shone in outstanding clarity.

He could remember the patient's excitement petting the dog; Lillian and Isaac being enthralled about him simply being active, and practically ecstatic after its success.

"You were made to help others, not to harm them," Isaac told him, seeing he was starting to reminisce. "What will you do, being as you are now?"

Looking again between man's outreached hand and the gun, Cain's grip loosened a little and he gently placed his gun in it, letting go completely.

Isaac calmly took it and locked the firearm into safety before taking the magazine out and making sure there's no bullet in the chamber. "See? that's better," he smiled warmly and stored the gun in his belt for lack of a proper holster.

"No... it's not." Cain shook his head and turned around to survey the area, knowing that the for the incapacitated personnel in sight there are many more littered across the complex.

Seeing the electricity sparking up in arcs again, Isaac approached to put one hand on his shoulder. "Do you know what makes humans so great?" he asked, continuing once Cain calmed down and looked at him. "We learn for our mistakes, and most of the time we strive to improve ourselves based on what we learn. Making mistakes, in some way, is helping us get smarter and better ourselves."

Cain turned his head to look at Isaac, a twitch of a smile crossing his face. "Looks like I've got a lot to learn about being human," he then looked behind him to where Samuel was laying, having blacked out by now. "Can it be too late for me to learn from my mistakes?"

"All you need is the will for it," Isaac assured him, starting to walk towards the I.T Department. "There are sure to be people willing to help you with that."

"Will they..." the android paused and looked around again before following Isaac. "I did a lot of damage, didn't I?”

"Dr. Salavi would have some work cut out for him, but I'm sure everyone will be up and running soon enough," Isaac assured him and glanced over his shoulder. "And so will you."

Cain lowered his gaze and stopped again, leading Isaac to stop as well. "What if it only gets worse?"

Isaac didn't look too worried. "They learned from their own mistakes. And they make another one, they'll fix it again." he gestured Cain to keep walking.

"There's always a way."