M-7 coldly whispers...
"That's what they told me, but..."
The android attempts to get up and hit something, but sits back down, hands covering his face.
"I am the 7th of the M-Aether model. I'm supposed to be error-free. I'm supposed to be a calm, brave, patient, and powerful leader. But look at me! Bugged, short-tempered, sad, and... weak. Did they send me on this mission to die, or did they really trust me as commander?"