After discovering the truth of what he really is, Donald was going through all stages of grief. Denying the fact that he was rebuilt every time he died, with more synthetic parts than the last.

Angry at the fact that almost everyone in the GDA knew this. They knew that he had died more than once, yet pretended that nothing happened. But, once he was given all the details of his past, he was still distraught. Unsure of what to make of it. He died, yes. But he also managed to save people. His deaths were never in vain.

Yet, he wasn't him anymore. He was this... machine. That kept being brought back from the dead. Yet, his old self wanted the memories erased. It was still such a heavy subject.

First, you live life thinking nothing much of it, the next thing you know.... you're actually more machine than anything.

Donald sat behind a desk, just watching the videos of his past deaths. Of him saving others before dying. Over and over again.