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You're a saint.

...How does Delta play into all of this? What isn't happening between you and Malcolm, I mean.

Delta was an AI. My partner. Lived in my skull for about four or five years after everything went wrong with the Project I was involved in got shut down. My good eye. Now he's here, he's human, and he doesn't know how to be human and I need to focus on teaching him that he's got value just by being himself, not because he was a computer program.

...he was still in operation for about a year after I died. I don't know what happened or who fucked with him, but it's left his sense of self worth shot.

D's...jealous of Malcolm. That Mal was here for me. He feels like he doesn't have a use anymore since Mal's been watching out for me the past couple of months.

I see why you're frustrated about 'useful'.

Maybe it wouldn't be terrible for your Delta to meet Dimitri. Eventually. A sense of self-worth tied up in you is no less real at the end of the day. But we know a life needs more than that to sustain itself.

Jealousy is harder. I don't...understand it. No one is the same thing to the same person, no one can be. People in someone's life aren't clothing to be swapped out, or personality traits to be mimicked. They are...huge unmoving stones in water.

Worst thing is I think Mal's a little jealous too, of the partnership Delta and I had. And then there's the whole mess with Carolina and I just- I'm a soldier. I'm not trained for interpersonal relationships. I wasn't good at them BEFORE the project. How the fuck am I suppose to handle it now?

Be honest. Speak slowly. Get them to explain without saying 'I don't understand'. Be patient.

You're a good man, York. They're drawn to that.

But you have to look out for yourself too.

That's what the past hour and a half was supposed to be. And then, boom, all over the network.

Carolina is gonna kill me.

For being a grown man doing what grown men do?

I was supposed to talk to her about us. How there's...not really gonna be an us. and why. Catch her up on my mental state.

I miss the uncomplicated lives we seemed to lead the first day I arrived. [ Natalia can't even begin to imagine how this will end well. ]

You're welcome to come visit.

Things always kind of go weird when people that should be dead don't stay dead. Especially if you're supposed to be dead.

We need to get drunk sometime. Me, you, vodka, the roof of somewhere pretty.

I'd like that. A lot.

I'll apologize to Dmitri, you leave Mal alone, and we'll get drunk when this shit blows over.

It's a deal.

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