[Honestly, he could say some people were probably able to witness him kindly watching the world. If the people were respectful, so was he, and they could see it. Him being compassionate, even him smiling like he had after first drinking what Gilia had given him.

But instead, in his quiet voice, he says,] No one. [Not letting himself linger, or be seen, or make connections, that much is true to him. Not a soul. Very few alive still.]

I'm not a savior. I'm a monster. There isn't a place for me in a world like that. If we are dead, my time had come to an end. And the world is better for it.

[He doesn't sound sad, just resolute, accepting.]