It was impossible to tell whom he felt sorry for, or what he felt sorry about. He could not even imitate regret, much less truly feel it. Remorse was beyond him, and he could probably sense it only as an emotion felt by people in another galaxy. He was beyond the call of a role, incapable of acting a part. His “Sorry” was a mummified remain, an artifact retained from that distant time when he'd still been able to sense, if only to imitate, a normal range of feeling.
