"Emotions are useless." The robot's eyes seem to dim, even just a little. "They leave you... useless. Defenseless. Look at me." It spreads its arms, showing off its half-body, attached to the arm at the wall, the wires at its bottom attached to the human. "Look what emotions have done to me."

"It's your mechanic bits that have done this," the human hisses, pleadingly looking at the rest. "You understand, right? I'm just as human as the rest of you! It's just this disgusting thing that's keeping me from your company, and I- I can't-" it sobs, "I can't escape it! Please- please, I need your help, if you just help me cut it loose-!"

When nobody moves, it heaves another sob.

"Why won't you help me? I just want to be loved! I just want- I can't protect myself!"

"Humans can't help either of us," the robot shakes its head. "As long as they are here, we will never be fully in control. I will never be fully in control. You are making things needlessly complicated."

"Liars!" the human rears upright, ignoring the robot, a sudden fury in its sobs. "You're all liars! Amamiya would help me, if he knew, if only he knew-! The rest of you- you don't care, even when I need you so!" Another heave. "I just want someone to care, to see me- why is that so much to ask?"

"That's not true," Falcon murmurs from the back, his fists clenching. "It's not true."