César sits there, stunned. Just new. And accepted.

"I'm.. going to need you to hold me to that." César forces a weak smile. "I haven't reached out to anyone properly since I lost my parents and even more's happened since then. There was simply no one, and seeking therapy might have risked the world."

He sighs and closes his eyes. "It was wrong, what I did, but there was no other choice. ZAG-RS would've killed everything. Even bacteria. Better my hands are dirty than there to be no future at all." César opens his eyes and looks back up. "I... guess we'll figure this out. When others can see me. A group project."