[He keeps listening, and his face starts clenching into pure unadulterated fury at this unstable programming, superior models, you were only a prototype shit - until something almost clicks down to a lower gear and a light from somewhere inside seems to go out. His face is still twisted, his voice still hateful, but something is very slightly off. He may not even realize anything has happened.]
you've obviously got something wrong. why did the one left in my place attack rion? that guy had the same troublemaker streak i do is all. you'd have to leave behind a convincing copy, and what else would something pretending to be me do. sentience isn't perfect, even though you seem to be under the impression that she is. can't wait until Mother gets a load of that.
you don't know how the transfer process works either. i could've been in storage for any amount of time, and we don't know how time works in a place like this. did you ever think of that?
so you can stop swaggering like you've got the fucking answers to everything now. Any time now. You aren't cute, but I'm sure you thought of that.
[The smile is back. It's as though nothing had happened. A small hiccup, and moving right along as always.]
Your bullshitting about all this is kind of on topic with what I wanted to talk to you about though. If you're done now, that is.