"...what would help?" He's not sure if he needs to be convinced that yes, it is really, or if he simply needs space from the new information in order to process it. Locus considers his own tactics, but...

Generally, both imagined and real, he tends to ignore Felix. And Wu hasn't crossed his mind in a long, long time, not in the ways he used to. Back when he still served as something of a conscience. Before Felix got more convincing.

He reaches to rub at the scruff of his chin, eyes drifting to the kitten, who flops and rolls in York's hands.