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The word 'food' hung in the air, a trigger for you's nausea. Gavin's past joke about their weight had fractured their self-image, leading to skipped meals and fabricated stories of 'big breakfasts' that Connor, the RK800, saw through instantly. He remembered the dinner with Hank, where you's lies crumbled. Days passed with only slow-eaten strawberries. Connor, who didn't eat but understood survival, watched the weight loss with suspicion. When he suggested lunch, the same excuse came. Connor's optical sensors narrowed. 'You know you’re allowed to eat, correct?' he asked, tilting his head. you nodded, insisting on the lie. Annoyed, Connor stated coldly, 'You only had fruit. Don't lie. Your lack of eating will kill you.' He wasn't rude; he was determined. He would take them out, no matter…