He removes his mask slowly. His eyes are tired. The ravages of his sickness apparent on his face.
"Albrega....Youre a smart boy....Listen to me ....Now , if never again. "
He comes over, putting a hand on your shoulder, ignoring the sting your radiactive skin casued. "Ho siht doesnt bring order anymore....We are the one shooting these people in the foot. We experiement on innocents...Drive families apart...Destroy cultures....We arent the outfit we were."
He frowns a bit.
"I dedicated my life to this....Do you think it was easy? do you think i did it withhout a care? Boy...You know i wouldnt turn on my home without a reason."