It was hard to say whether the sound was a sigh or something in disgust. Something in between, maybe. Why did he always feel so exhausted when dealing with Stark? And of course the man was taking up his seat again. Well, it was better than having him loiter about that warsat. Absently he wondered how much of a fuss would be made if he just picked Stark up and tossed him out of the room.

Having Rasputin referred to as his 'dad' made him stiffen a little. The concept hadn't really occurred to him, but the more he thought about it, the more he supposed it wasn't completely ridiculous. If A.I.s adapted such human concepts. But then Rasputin had been curious about humanity and its culture, so maybe it wasn't too much of a stretch. ...but then why?

"It is difficult not to still hold some concern, whenever I set foot off this mountain. But I've since learned that I am hardly the only one who lives in the fear of being crushed by some greater force."