Technology is killing my people. It is replacing them, and leaves them vulnerable to those who hate and fear them.

[ Once, he was as openly bold as she was. He wore his colors plainly, his intentions - good or bad - upon his sleeve. Time, and the things he would do for his people, drove him to subtly, in the end. He had been looked upon as the snake in the grass, and so he became what they feared and did not let it cower him. ]

It has already done that, to these people. This is much of what I feared my world could come to, without me.

[ It's personal, is what he's saying. ]