I-I don't think so! Like, I bleed and get hungry and pee and stuff! But...

[He tugs the wristbands quickly back down, shuddering. He hates looking at that. He's always hated looking at it.]

All the robots we've been fighting--the things we thought were robots--they started out just like me. I mean, literally. Because we... we're all clones. And then they get turned into daemons and stuffed in a metal shell and, boom, y-you've got you a bona-fide Imperial Magitek Trooper. A soulless killing machine that isn't weakened by the sun.

...And I'm one of them.