[And like that, he sort of deflates all over again, hand balling up inside his pocket to protect the chip.] Mm-mm. I don't think I could rebuild him. [A pause.] I tried. A lot. When I first got here and realized I actually could rebuild him at all I tried for a long time and it just wasn't functioning right. So instead this is how things are. Maybe I could make something similar but it wouldn't be Baymax. And anyway the monarchs are the ones who altered my suit, not me. They'd have to alter Baymax for me and...I don't know if I want them to do that.

[He'll share what happened in due time, probably. Maybe. For now he's letting his attention shift.] So really what you're saying is that it was less of a wall and more of a cage. Something to keep you guys boxed in and "safe" from outsiders. [He doesn't know anything about the grounders and how dangerous they were, but it seems strange to him.] It's weird how long we've been here.

[Well see, then Bellamy should know that the younger sibling always wins by default. His free hand is twisting and tugging on the fabric of his hoodie, fingers digging into the cuff of his sleeve as he thinks about that. Okay, that's a fair point.] Maybe Glaschu's not the thing keeping me awake but it's the new thing. Lately I've been going places I shouldn't be going. Things tend to happen in those places, so...just kinda more on guard than usual.

[There's another pause, and then, quickly:] Can I ask you something?