[Fine words, coming from the kid who just accused him of being a supervillain a minute ago. But it's true, isn't it? No one came up to him after the accident to offer condolences or help him. His whole life was destroyed and not only was he just left to his own devices, he was actively feared by the people and mocked by the news. The only ones to stick by his side this entire time were the actuators- their voices, their presence...]

That's fine. I don't need people to think of me as some sort of hero. I don't even need them to like me. I just need to finish what I started. [One of the tentacles swivels to face him, its jaw opening slightly. He glances towards it.] ... What we started.