Oh dear God... [Carrington closes his eyes as if he's in pain. He should have expected that the two of them in one place would be headache-inducing.

He has to stop them.]

Synths are sentient and sapient individuals who deserve the same rights and autonomy as any other sentient and sapient creature.

[He knows Deacon already knows what he thinks, but it's the fastest way to halt the progression of whatever strange and senseless conversation was about to happen there.]