I know it's difficult for you to fathom, but where - when I'm from, the year 2166, you and everyone on this roof aren't just considered heroes... You're legends.
I can't believe you're hooking up with the Englishman. We're thieves. Crooks. Criminals. I have no desire to save the world. Especially 100 years after I'm dead.
You ever play football? Yeah, I didn't think so... Anyway, the best feeling I ever got from being on the field wasn't when I made a great play or we won some game. It was when one of my team-mates took a tackle for me, and I knew they were gonna make sure I was safe. And nobody got to me. Watching all of you rush back to the ship, even those two knuckle-heads, to take on Chronos, made me feel the same way. I like being part of a team, man.
Well, apparently there's a downside to being brought back to life. My friend, Thea, calls it a blood lust, and I think that's being too generous, and so is calling me an animal. I'm a monster.
To have a crisis of confidence. As unlikely as it might seem, I know. It was 2002. I was teaching quantum mechanics, and I had one particularly gifted student. He was able to solve the Ehrenfest theorem in less than an hour. He was, quite frankly, the only student in all my years of teaching who ever made me feel inferior. That student was you. You were exceptional.