"Yes. It seemed as though you were."

Or else he might still be lying there dying, is the unspoken end of that sentence, but it's a moot point. York isn't there, he's here, and Locus trusts that he's the sort to avoid violence and manipulation where possible.

Locus spends a moment or two more taking him in. The way his eyes have cleared, the sharpness in his movements that betrays the AIs presence.

"Your goals seem admirable ones. I would like to see you accomplish them."