[ Jayce genuinely seems to be a good person, just one who is overly enthusiastic about the potential his skills represent. Harold can empathize, deeply and painfully. They're not the same person by a long margin, but he sees similarities. He understands what it's like to believe you can help others and pursue it no matter the personal cost.

He understands that intimately. Which is why he's worried.

He's not sure what Jayce actually took out of this conversation, so he raises his eyebrows, saying, ] Did you?

[ But he doesn't wait for an answer, just hobbles away to the set of bunk beds he's claimed -- the limp obvious and heavy, no question that he experiences serious mobility impairments -- and continues speaking as he sets his bag down and opens it. ]

Speaking of consent, I do not consent to someone else being harmed on my behalf for a hypothetical cure. Speaking as a potential future beneficiary of nanomachines, of course.