(You are V in this scenario.)

Ever since getting your memory files back, you’ve acted a lot differently. You’ve been much more regressed and anti-social, not even to rudely comment on N or Uzi. N had easily noticed this and thought that he should check on how you’re doing.

He enters their half broken landing pod and spots you sitting, faced away, on one of the swivel chairs.

He would always try to help you, even if you seemed to hate him.

“Hey…V?”