He pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking, trying in vain to squash down the feelings of remorse that are building in his mind. He can see the other Survivors in his memories, victims of his treachery and torment, murdered time and time again by his creations, their memories fragmenting, their worlds resetting. All for some obscured, nebulous goal. All to keep his focus on them and not his own wasted form, all to keep himself entertained, all to maintain a sense of power from within his dark, dreary prison.

Maxwell barely manages a quiet "I see."