( is it? he finds it a bit more clinical, but that might be in some part from the lack of connection he has. )

I don't have a heart, but I have a sense of right and wrong. I remember what it was like to be have one. And I remember how I got here, and those choices were the wrong ones then and the wrong ones now.

( that is a non-answer, perhaps, he gives a clearer one, too. ) I'm disconnected from it, but there's a sense of it, still. Being here has helped me realize that.