[ V's more than used to talking to AIs by now, but fuck is it nice to talk to one that sounds this human. Nice one. ]

D'you know all the regrets we've all got, all the reasons why each of us signed up for this gig? Like, you've got that info stored somewhere, right?

[ He pauses, chews his lip, because that's not the question he wants to ask. This is: ]

What do you make of it all? All our regrets? Do you judge us for 'em, or what?