[The robot sighs, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back entirely in just a little exasperation. He doesn't care that his gaping hole of a right eye is exposed momentarily before his bangs fall back into place.]

I'm not just a "droid" as you put it. And besides which, I didn't assume that you would find me so simplistic after we've spoken at length.

[It's like Luke all over again. Just assume he follows his programming, right? To be fair, he hardly explained why he wasn't just any old robot because maybe he was afraid of admitting what he really was. Just a bit...]

I can feel regret. And just because I can kill people doesn't mean I enjoy it.