[Connor swallows — another learned gesture, and he notes he needs to tamp those down, they reveal too many tells — and forces something more steady into his tone. This android has found his hill, and now he’s going to die on it; well, he would, if he were even alive to begin with.]

I cannot make rational judgement calls in the wake of experiencing your ability. It’s like what happens to deviants, I suspect; their minds are overcome by irrational thinking due to what they believe are emotions. You should discard everything I said in the minutes after I severed the contact.

[He is stubborn, and worse, he is stubborn in a very reasoning kind of way.]

I’m fine now. [A jaw is set, and he sits straighter, forces his expression to be placid, ignores the fact that he appears like a right mess.] The recovery period isn’t even that long.