[Well, there it is, a perfect opening. 9S couldn't ask for a better segue into the matter at hand, and yet he finds himself hesitant still yet. He worries at his lip, pensive silence settling heavily over him as he tries to arrange his thoughts. The answer is simple, but at the same time, it comes with such gravity that he knows it is anything but that in truth]

I...transmitted something about myself. Something I hadn't meant to, since I didn't want to upset them.

[And yet he'd failed, in the midst of that argument. He was trying so hard to get Jude to understand why he was so determined about the subject and he wasn't getting through to him, but he still regrets that he let that thought slip. His frustration had gotten the better of him and it should not have.

His line of sight remains riveted to his boots]

What I...expressed...was how often I remember dying. How often I...lacked the strength to fight.

[And he thinks from that much alone, 2B can easily discern what it means. Still, the fear of where those thoughts could lead, what they could dig up and how much they might hurt her, prompt him to apologize. He knows he has to tell her, because one day, Jude might ask why it would be that he'd died time and time again, and if she heard about it that way, he couldn't forgive himself]

I...I'm sorry. It wasn't something I ever meant to...