Nn-nn, it's okay. It's true. I don't have any friends back home. The people I love have a different Satou Kuroneko to love. And she's not a bunch of data, so...

[ She lets herself trail off, knowing it's not nice of her to suggest the data copies can't love the real people as well. ]

The copy of Satou Kuroneko's memories and feelings doesn't have friends. Those people don't even know she exists...