[Oh. Okay. He pulls his out again, and Scout climbs on his lap. Royce pats him idly before responding.]

I don't really need help. This is normal for me. I don't generally... sleep that much - I didn't sleep that much in Cloudbank, not at all. Too busy, too many other things to do. Now... too many plans, too much data. Not enough ways to express it, not enough ways to store it. The human mind is... so imperfect, the memories too fragile and easily corrupted. Not enough backups.