Convincing me. To save the world. What a bloody joke. There was a time every one of us would have leapt at the chance.

[He should have. Saving the world had been his whole goal in all of this, hadn't it? Saving the world from stupid mortals who were just going to squander it, bleed it dry without the slightest cognizance of what they were doing. Making it better, so no one would ever have to hide what they were.

But that was before Darquesse. Before the world had quite clearly pointed out to him that nothing he'd ever done had been good enough. That no one wanted his help--no, not only that, but that he needed to be punished for trying to help. He'd anticipated a certain amount of that, of course. Hadn't even been sure he would live past the successful end of the coup. But what he'd got had been too much. Too much.

He shakes his head, choking back the urge to ask when everything went to shit for them. It's obvious.]

Clearly at some point I start regretting that decision.