[He fumes for a moment. Martha would tell him to turn off the feed and find something else to do. He knows he ought to. Instead, he leans forward and holds up a hand.]

Black, your involvement was trivial. Your suffering was trivial. You are trivial. We all are.

If your intention is to remain here and bring them back -

[A look of genuine frustration and what might - might - be sorrow crosses his face, but it's gone quickly. It's not like he didn't consider this at one point.]

You can't change the course of a history already set in stone. The results would be catastrophic for everyone except - [He just looks bitter and disgusted now.] - my kind.