And he knew the pull of his conditioning and he knew that when the anger faded and he didn't think about it, those little pieces would fade down away again. He would return to being a passenger, watching and struggling to breath in the blanket of his own flesh and scarred mind. He might have regenerated, but the scars were apart of him. He accepted it as he accepted the fact that he wore clothing, ate food, and slept when he was tried. It was part of life; he had no reason to fight it... not yet anyway.

He paused at her question and regarded her with cool blue eyes, judging her strength to bear the burden that he had already partially laid on her shoulders. "I would have ruined someone's day as they ruined mine," he said slowly, picking his words very carefully so he was non-specific. "However, that's the horrific beauty of what was done to me... I never win."

He felt the brush of her fingers against his and hesitated in walked beyond her reach. He glanced at the window for a long moment before watching her. "You don't believe this place has the means to keep me against a determined assault, do you?" It was the only warning that he could give that someone would come for him, some handler would order and he would go.