How you managed to figure out he wasn't a hero in the 25th century is beyond him but he barely focus on that detail. You know the truth now, you know who he is.

He more focused on the look of betrayal plastered across your face. He reaches out instinctively in an attempt to console the one person that truly believed in him all this time.

Not as a icon of self indulgence. But as a hero, something he never was and will never truly be.

"Come on, please...Let's talk this out." He pleads weakly as his arms fall down to his side. "Please, just...Listen..."