Anxious thoughts and Racing Minds

He frowned as his thoughts kicked back up. Useless. That's all he was without Cyberlife. He was useless without Cyberlife and a murderer with Cyberlife. How could anyone care for him? He was the definition of awful. Lousy, rotten, terrible, dreadful... All were accurate words for what he was. He was manipulate, and a killer. He had the blood of innocents on his hands- and not just the ones he'd taken personally. If he had been able to figure out the deviancy case faster, or if he had gone deviant sooner he might have been able to save more of the androids that had been sent to be decommissioned towards the end. All of those pointless deaths... because he hadn't been able to figure anything out fast enough. And yet now he was going crazy because he didn't have a case that required enough from him.What was wrong with him?A hand slammed down on his desk and actually made him jump as he looked up into the face of Reed. "Yo!" The detective yelled, his face seeming to be mixed between pissed off and... concerned? No- no that had to be a malfunction. Reed hated him.