His curiosity is piqued, but at the same time his own self-loathing rears its head, glancing away a little. "They didn't need to tell me, I knew. I was made as a replacement, but I wasn't good enough to be it, so they threw me out. I'll always be trash because of it. At least if you were a replacement, you succeeded at it."

The words do register, but Sync can't really believe them. He knows he's a failure, and will always be one. That will never change.