I could fill a book with the shit the Initiative changed, or tried to. I mean, they were tryin' to, but it didn't always go as planned. And then time just started to, like, fall apart. Holes in reality. Goddamn dangerous stuff.

[He may not look good with a scowl, but he does it a lot. And the topic is one he feels pretty strongly about. He sighs, folding his arms and settling back into his seat. They were here to watch a show after all.]

I dunno. Without knowin' exactly why we're here, ain't much we can do anyway.