[ He doesn't even try to give an answer before finding somewhere to sit down — on the nearby foot of his holon. It leaves him space to gesture at the tank behind her as a part of the explanation of whats been on his mind even if it feels like just the tip of the iceberg. ]

I guess it's just...

[ He shakes his head, scrubbing his fingers through his hair with a noise of frustration. Though he speaks quietly at first, he gets more steady in his words, though the tension of them is reflected in the line of his shoulders and anxious bounce of his knee, which is silent despite the way his foot keeps hitting the Chaser model. From the other side of the tank, there's a few warning pings that his BP has peaked above optimal levels, and that's the loudest thing around for a moment. ] I'm confused? But I'm also kinda relieved, and just as pissed off.

Like, look. Last time I somehow made it back into my body it wasn't really me. Whose to say that hasn't happened again, right? [ He wants to believe that Weller was telling the truth, that no extra duplicates were made on their end, but the possibility of it has been nagging at him for a very specific reason. ] Whose to say that someone — maybe this Augur didn't clean rip the most recent me right out of the brain housing and upload just another copy?

[ of a copy, of a copy, of a copy, of a copy... ]