[Arguments form in his head, up to and including anemia is common, and not terribly serious. He knows it's unlikely to go over with Connor, because in truth, it's just not that good.
But everything Connor's saying is so difficult and feels so futile.
Another argument flickers through his mind. What does it matter how you treat your body, when it's likely to die young anyway? That's how he's always thought, always lived. A young body can take this abuse, and he couldn't quite leave that mindset behind when he stepped through the mirror.]
Can't you be the kind of robot that doesn't care about these things? I'm doing my best.
[And it is sort of true. The strain is crushingly difficult; the idea that it isn't satisfactory even more so.]
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But everything Connor's saying is so difficult and feels so futile.
Another argument flickers through his mind. What does it matter how you treat your body, when it's likely to die young anyway? That's how he's always thought, always lived. A young body can take this abuse, and he couldn't quite leave that mindset behind when he stepped through the mirror.]
Can't you be the kind of robot that doesn't care about these things? I'm doing my best.
[And it is sort of true. The strain is crushingly difficult; the idea that it isn't satisfactory even more so.]