Fuck. How can he be the better version of himself if he has no self. Christ. Murder machines don't develop, they do what they're told-- provided you follow protocol and don't get too close when gearing them up. And keep the guns ready, just in case said murder machine follows through on its constant desire to make you use them.

He doesn't sigh. Or bury his face in his knees. But he does kind of slump a little and look further away, out into all the greenery, and can't think of a damn thing to say to that.