[The change in Connor gets through even to Hank, even now, and he grimaces at Connor, trying still to make sense of him. He's sick of trying to make sense of him, of trying to make sense of this.]

You better assist yourself right back to a Cyberlife repair shop, cause you're not making sense, Connor. You don't remember anything. The things you say you remember never happened. I don't know how you know-

[The gun, and the picture, things Connor's never been in his house to see, just factoids for a machine to spit out like it's got a right to them. He stumbles back, finally close enough to Sumo to fist a hand in Sumo's thick fur. Hank wobbles and manages to turn it into a kneel, one knee pressed against the ground, one arm wrapping around himself. Sumo, pretty used to being leaned on like this, just keeps looking at Connor, watchful.]

You need to stop trying to convince me of shit. Who even asked you to?