[Hank opens his mouth, then shakes his head, then closes it. His eyes flick down over Connor and then he forces his eyes up, where the view is still freaky but at least there's something almost human there to focus on. He sets his jaw, tries to harden his expression, takes a shaking breath.]

Why? You should hate me!

Wait. That's not... Fuck, my head...

[He squeezes his eyes shut, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple.]

You should... You shouldn't give a shit. You're supposed to take orders, right? What if I, uh...

[Hank tries opening his eyes, grimaces, then looks away at himself, where the view isn't much better but is easier to deal with.]

If I ordered you to go value someone else's contributions instead, go nursebot someone else? Cause, why not? They're all as bad off as me, I bet.