[He wonders if he should be repulsed by having to hold the embodiment of a human weapon. For some reason... he's not. Something intrinsically links them somehow at a common crossroads.]

I thought...

[But he trails off and doesn't finish. He thought. Was it a useless hope, to believe that they would? To see the parts of mankind somehow doing better than the rest? It feels like a betrayal... believing in that, believing they could change.]

I don't know, [he finally murmurs.] I suppose that is not up to those like us.

I am sorry they have used you to do terrible things. I could see... it was hard to be unable to stop it.