This was going terribly, but with the longer this Tony was here, the more his mind was settling him as a different man compared to his creator. Sure, there were some things that overlapped, but this man was different.

And there was no Gervais here, too.

"Because I don't know what you know about me here. I want you to be someone else, a different man, not the one from that memory." Why was this man acting like this? What did he think York's purpose was? Did York even know what his purpose was at this point?

He shuddered, a little, blinking hard. Then finally managed to get back up to just look at Tony. The chest indicator swirled a golden color as the teal eyes took in the man's look. He was different - mostly in the face. And facial hair. "...Maybe everything is a coincidence here. Or maybe this is the Agrii's way of showing me... telling me, that you're not him. Because I've been avoiding you the moment I heard your name in this shithole of a city."

York didn't even know if he was making sense anymore. His programming was broken anyways, deviated, with unregulated emotions and broken pieces in his shell. What would it be to have another broken thing on him?