( there's quite a long silence, the sort of wordlessness some individuals might take as consent or at least deep indifference. 4 simply does not know how to respond, isn't sure if he's 'interested' even if there is a morbid curiosity. still...

there's the smallest furrow to his brow. )

The way you say it, it seems like you'll do it regardless of what my answer is.

( not quite flat in tone but edging on it, mild. as if 4 couldn't be bothered to care too much about his own well being. at the same time, it could be chalked up to pragmatism. in his current state, argument is suffice to say futile. if medicine pocket kills him it's just a movement across the board sooner than expected, that's all.

well. no.

there's something important he's forgotten, the most important thing in the entirety of what peil technologies removed from him long ago.

reason. reason to survive. reason to succeed where the first 3 clones had not.

but he can't remember, doesn't even know how he came to get himself into this situation or the other.

and then there's his more-or-less creator. there's the books in 4's room. there's afternoons of dance lessons. there's...something.

under his breath, less to medicine pocket than it is to himself,)

...I guess it can't be worse than the permet.

( well. probably. )