[Unfortunately, Carlisle remains blind to the fact they're not entirely on the same page, and still figures Qubit would rather just go back to insisting everything's fine. He's very much like the old Qubit thus far, what with the pretense and the tone and his outfit. Carlisle doubts the old Qubit would want to do anything but fix this in his usual way. The way he saw himself without his memory and the way he did before aren't fully compatible. It's almost like the Qubit who Carlisle liked so well is already dead.

Historically, Carlisle has never coped well with loss. They say it gets easier over time — he hasn't yet found that to be true. While he manages to stifle his initial bitterness, there's only raw injury left in its wake.]

You cannot just fix this, Mister Qubit. I cannot simply forget what we've [—he stumbles over his words, having misspoke in his agitation—] what- what you went through. What you experienced, and what I saw, and...

[He loses steam somewhere in the middle, defeated by his own doubts.]