There's no one like me. [ it's a boast, but it's also somewhat bitter - a dark, cold fact that he himself made sure of when he destroyed Mother. ] He's less advanced. The fact that he obeys his creators in carrying out these worthless tasks is proof enough of that.

[ he is realizing that he's said more than he intended, and he starts to feel annoyed again. This man. This boy. Why is Ash telling him anything? Show a human a fraction of vulnerability, and they'll take full advantage at the first opportunity - he knows it. He stiffens again, staring at Noctis. ]

And what about the information you claim to have? Does it exist?