"There's. Protocols. Programming." The metal arm makes a grinding noise, and they look firmly at the table-top, voice tight and low, not wanting all of the damn Invincible to hear this conversation. The ones who did the programming aren't here, but that doesn't make the conditioning from it go away. All they remember now is that name means pain and fear. It means being a person, and that's not allowed, either. "I can't know that name."

Nevermind that they clearly do know it. They just keep it firmly walled off, out of their consciousness, for their own safety and peace of mind.

The wall is gonna get really fucking thin, the more of these memories that keep raining down.