We live, I suppose. We won't be tormented here, and I don't know if we'll age, so we'll have to... find some kind of meaning for ourselves.

[Over the course of the sentence he seems to deflate; he'd said multiple times that he didn't want to go home, but now that it's more or less impossible... well, it's a weird feeling. After a moment, he can manage a wry smirk, though his eyes divert to the ground.]

Remember when I showed you my replication machine, and told you it couldn't create a perfect human replica?