"Well, here in the modern age ... we have people called psychologists." He wasn't sending the man to a psychiatrist, they'd try to put him on some sort of modern drugs that he wasn't quite sure Connor could handle. "You go to them, and they listen to you while you talk. They're able to help you deal with your past issues."

He paused, and sighed. Heavily. "I .. went to one after I lost my legs. Mandatory. It didn't do me a lot of good - I am ten times smarter than they are, after all. However, it might not do you any harm even though you are at least five times smarter than them on a good day."