Tch. Hardly. This sword was forged by the master smith Zoltan, and these automata have joints and seams just as plate armor does. This would not be the first of them I've damaged with my blade.

[The doctor doesn't seem perturbed in the least by any of this, though, and soon reiterates the purpose of whatever this 'therapy' is. It tells Felix he's obviously feeling very tense and anxious, and therefore he is exactly where he needs to be. And his new friend here will aid him in relaxing.]

Shut up. I'm not tense and I don't need some stranger's help.

[He turns to said stranger with a scowl.]

You're not seriously going along with this nonsense, are you?