His hands slid down to settle on the other weapon's hips, his eyebrows drawing together as he thought about the words that he had spoken. Those were the words that his handlers would most certainly take him to task for, and while he never knew what punishment he might receive, he knew it would come swift and hot and horrible. If he lingered too long on what punishment might come, his body shivered and an instinctive sensation of dread rose within him. People remembered; weapons did not.

"I don't... know," he said softly, confused and agitated. He pressed his forehead against the blond's chest as if feeling the rise and fall motions of the man's chest would settle down what he knew and what he didn't. "I don't remember anything, but every time I wake, I am told what I must do. I'm told that my actions will bring about a future. Yet, I never know what the future is the next time I wake."

His fingers tightened and he inhaled sharply at the question, and it was the kind of question from a handler that would bring the heat and the shock. From the other weapon, it almost felt... genuine. He still forced himself to slowly loosen his grip and nod his head. "I am running at optimal."