"You really think nothing will happen that quick?" He just smiled with narrowed eyes. Maybe Dale was right to be suspicious, but his inquiries had triggered some unpleasant memories that even he couldn't hold back. "Look around you, Dale. Look around you and tell me it's humanly possible to save people from all the chaos that happens here." Mason's voice was incredibly bitter now. His smile was only on his face, failing to reach anything else. "Look. Look and see how many goddamn superpowered metas are too obsessed with seeing who's the strongest to notice what they do. Look at every single private army and see how they do next to [i]nothing[/i] to protect innocent people." He was on a roll now. Gone was the passionate old man talking about his craft - this was someone almost completely different. He was angry. "I don't speak for these people, but I do know that they're smaller and next to nothing compared to those lot. They came here with me from a place that's civilized, unless like mess. Just like me, they're new. But at least they're bloody trying," he shot viciously. The hostility drained from his eyes. He regained his composure, took a breath and cast his vision to the ground in apology. "I'm sorry. I really am. You don't deserve to be on the receiving end of an old man's tangent." While he spoke in half-truths, all of his emotion felt genuine. Admittedly, Mason knew it was the realest thing he showed Dale.