[ Data makes the world go round, V knows that. He's lived too long in a grimdark cyberpunk world to be even remotely phased by the idea their host is storing data about them. Of course she is. V's bathroom mirror stored data on him.

He listens pensively, his brow furrowed as he stares at his boots in thought; everyone has things they regret, sure. Some worse than others. ]

So is that like - a decision you've taken? Something you've decided not to do, because you don't think it's your job to judge? [ V asks, lifting his head. ] Or are you just coded that way?