The old man walked past Silva and moved his hand on the glass of the tube. "I come here every time and place my hands on the tubes, to feel their horror, to endure their pain with them.
But mostly to remind myself that I threw away my humanity. I allowed my drive for a solution to clog my mind. I fell deeper into it until I lost touch with how much destruction I had caused at this point," the old man said. He leaned his face in and placed it on the glass.
"You did this?" Silva asked.
"A part of it, yes, but there were more before. But their demons got to them, broke them, eroded them, and left them dead, hollow, without souls.
The price you pay for the future of your race—you walk in and never look back," the man said.
"Who exactly are you, and what are you talking about? Start making sense before I snap your neck," Silva threatened.
