Something about this place, this body, is tampering with my ability to remain truly objective. This is... unprecedented. And it has made me sloppy.

I'm sorry for any trouble it's caused you.

[Another odd fluke, something wrong about this body: it means it. It really does feel remorse, to some extent.]

Maybe the act of filtering my programming through a human brain has made it more susceptible to the chemicals that rule human emotion.