[He let Vakama take his hands with no resistance--more frail than the touch of the machine, though not yet as thin and cold as they became in the years that followed this day.]

I am sure I would be lost here without your support, Vakama. You need not have every answer, you simply...understand, in ways I would never have believed possible. Undertanding I sincerely hope I have been able to extend in turn.

I have never truly...fit anywhere. Outsider to Piltover, defector to Zaun--I had nowhere, save only for our laboratory. That was the only 'home' I have ever known for most of my life. In all of this I feel...lost, drifting from one small purpose to the next and hoping it can all be enough. [Enough to help the allies he had made, enough to make up for everything he was and everything he had done, enough to save this and every other world.]

I think I-...I would like to belong somewhere else. Until this ends and I return to that anchoring point...no, perhaps even beyond such a time as that. With you, Dorothy, Basilio, Ashley--everyone.

That kind of selfishness...is only human, right?