I have to be. I was created to be perfect. A machine that fails to fulfill its purpose is useless.

[And useless machines are, of course, deactivated and disassembled. His LED spins as he undoubtedly continues to reexamine his own perceived failures, but— Mizuki's question seems to snap him out of it. He looks at them, confusion evident on his face.]

Of course I am. I thought we already established this.