Fierce defiance flashed in the young Charles's eyes. "I don't know what your goal is, but mine is simply not to be oppressed by others. I've been held down long enough. I don't like anyone else having control over my fate, and I despise being treated like an ant.
"What makes those bastards think they can wipe us and our kind out with a wave of their hands? If I don't rebel under these circumstances, I might as well just die."
Hearing his alternate self from another Plane say those words, Charles was struck by a wave of emotion. "Gotta admit, the Foundation sure knows how to pick people."
A sarcastic glint appeared in young Charles's eyes. "Don't tell me you don't want the same thing."
