[L seems taken aback by Connor's bluntness. He wasn't lying, when he said that he was doing his best, or at least what he believes his best to be, and the idea of trying even harder is nearly exhausting enough to make his knees buckle.

No, his knees actually might be buckling, and it has nothing to do with Connor's demand. If it wasn't for the android gripping onto his shoulder, he might actually topple, but no, it's surprisingly supportive. For now he's staying up, while he's dressed down and shamed in the most matter-of-fact possible way.]

I know you're trying to help.

[That pleading travels from his eyes to his voice, just a slight little twinge of anxiousness.]

The SQUIP won't push me further than I can go, but... it'll get this done. Just give it time.