"Statement: A meatbag. However, it ensures that all classified information obtained during the course of my duties remains secure and cannot be tampered with by any other party." Unless his master was particularly good with repairing droids, but even then, the final triggered locks on his memory core could not be removed through any means beyond their genuine activation. "In the meantime, I am often mistaken for a civilian model until my master makes direct inquiries as to my full capabilities. It can be very, very boring during those times." And embarrassing. He was an assassin droid, not a... well, there were too many things he wasn't to list out, really.

"Affirmative: I am quite sure that my memory core will remain unaltered. I have been actively suppressing the protocol's activation for some time now, so it will likely take little direct effort to trigger it." That was the first time he'd admitted it out loud. His master was completely out of his reach, but he'd wanted to hold out hope that he might escape and return to his master's side. "Advisement: I have told no one of this fact before now, out of fear that I might become the possession of another meatbag. Or worse, a pacifist." HK didn't grimace, but his eyes took on a fleeting pained look at that concept.