His blue eyes flicked around the room more quickly when he realized that this might not be a situation that he had been prepared for, which was rare and hard to come by. He was trained to handle anything, but he was a blank weapon, his past torn away and crushed under heel before he was set loose to perform his duties as ordered. This was not something that he had faced before, and he suspected that it wasn't about to come on the same grain as being wiped with pain and chemicals.

"My... name?" He looked at her, his eyes widening with alarm before narrowing suspiciously. Fear flicked across his features at the full impact of her words, at the full title that had once been his before he had become... whatever this was. Colour drained from his face, and he swayed dangerously on the bed, only his restraints keeping from standing up and breaking everything in the room. "I... have a name. I have... a name." He had a name and it struck such a chord with him that he knew that she wasn't lying. He knew lies well, but she was too open and honest to tell it to him.

He hung his head over his bound arms, trying to process the sheer amount of things that came on the heels of uncertainty. Who was he? Why hadn't he heard his name before this? "I don't... feel. I'm not allowed to feel," he whispered harshly, his voice struggling with the very thing he denied. "A weapon doesn't feel; it simply is."