"With South, I felt that way. Which was pretty useful, given our race was at war."

But that's not a happy thought and at last he takes his hand from the goat, not even focusing on the rather impressively full bucket before him. Actually, after a moment of thought he moves it out of kicking range, just in case.

"Not easily, the privacy thing. When he had his chip or the armor, it was something. These days he's fully integrated into my brain. It's like two people thinking with one mind. Can't just make one stop. I'm aware of him and he's aware of me."