York threw up his hands in exasperation. "You think I don't know that? I know first hand that I need to have back up parts made and all that but I can't fucking trust anyone in this city. It's filled with humans, which I only know for being liars and violent. God, I've only been in the city for a month, two if we're counting this close-quarters hell, I'm not just going to fucking unlearn all of that hate that's been directed towards me for a couple of years in my own world!"

He gets to his feet, hands gripped into fists. Electricity sparks from some live wire ends on the walls. "Now if you're not going to touch any other memory, you can fucking leave. And be glad you can leave this place because some of us fucking can't."