[The sound Danse makes at the mention of just how self-destructive humanity can be without help is a grim, humorless snort, an unspoken but plainly audible "you don't have to tell me that." A kind of commiseration, even if he still does mostly identify with the humans who nearly destroyed themselves and his entire world along with them.
He's expected something like the question. He isn't entirely sure how to answer it, complicated and mired in secrecy as the whole situation has been. There's so little he really does know, when he thinks about it, and maybe if he were still Institute-loyal, he'd know more. He doesn't know what kind of access a synth like X6-88 has to information about his own workings. (And even if the asshole were here right now, Danse wouldn't be willing to ask.)]
I don't even have access to my original memories. They were all overwritten by false ones--
[He doesn't know what to be expecting, in the scenario he's watching. The timing certainly catches him by surprise, making him recoil in shock and horror and look back up at SecUnit as if expecting it still to be visibly wounded from the blast, even though he knows otherwise.]
My god. Why did you have to do that?
[He's at least doing the courtesy of assuming it was necessary.]
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He's expected something like the question. He isn't entirely sure how to answer it, complicated and mired in secrecy as the whole situation has been. There's so little he really does know, when he thinks about it, and maybe if he were still Institute-loyal, he'd know more. He doesn't know what kind of access a synth like X6-88 has to information about his own workings. (And even if the asshole were here right now, Danse wouldn't be willing to ask.)]
I don't even have access to my original memories. They were all overwritten by false ones--
[He doesn't know what to be expecting, in the scenario he's watching. The timing certainly catches him by surprise, making him recoil in shock and horror and look back up at SecUnit as if expecting it still to be visibly wounded from the blast, even though he knows otherwise.]
My god. Why did you have to do that?
[He's at least doing the courtesy of assuming it was necessary.]