[That's an alien mindset. The Soldier always had to keep the handlers and technicians appeased, couldn't risk being actively disliked, couldn't risk standing out and being punished for it. (Pretty sure we did risk it. Sometimes. If you needed a muzzle to keep from biting people, yeah, you did.) But it still runs against their programming, which has only loosened a little in small ways after their death.

And the Sergeant... there's something about his programming, under the shit HYDRA put in there, from the days Before, that says he sought out affection and affirmation, too. From many people.

The Soldier is silent a long moment. Finally, they repeat, a little questioningly:]

You don't think anything is wrong with me.