K...Joe...KD6-3.7...Whatever his name was. Whatever he chose to be...Whoever he was now. He was dying. He could feel it in the way his blood stained the snow red as it fell upon him. Could feel it in the pain of the gunshot wound in his side, could feel the cold press of the stairs against his back as he stared up at the sky. A numbness, a veil, falling over him. He had reunited Rick Deckard with his daughter.

'Dying for the right cause. It's the most human thing we can do.'