If I can’t rush headfirst into it, then that’s going to have to act as the figurative "Plan B".

[Voice still warbling thanks to the Storm, there’s still a thread of something oddly sarcastically self-aware in those words. As if he knows others are going to label him as reckless for almost being rendered offline once again in such a short period of time.

But what is he supposed to do? Sit back and hope for the best? It’s against all he is; his ingrained need to see a mission brought to its success is quite literally hardwired into him. Cyberlife created an android that’s allergic to sitting on his hands and doing nothing, for good or ill.]

I’m not giv- [Garbled warnings flash in his vision again, but he stubbornly keeps walking.] -giving... I’m not giving up.