[ Where Silco plays off his experience with illicit substances, Bondrewd feels no shame or regret towards his own role in synthesizing various drugs, selling them off to the countries of the world in exchange for funding, for resources, for materials he would inevitably need to ensure his work continued on. He was a hydra, a man with numerous heads — and more grew, whenever the surface world had tried to cut him off. Eventually, the bounty hunters they'd thrown at him dwindled. The record of his crimes was kept, added to with miserable sighs as his list of achievements swelled alongside it.

He had no doubt that the moment he was through with his research, confidently able to ensure humanity's future, the world would unleash everything they had in their arsenel against him. Intent upon burying him, burying the shame they felt for condoning his actions with their own inaction, for allowing him to continue his work because it benefitted them. ]

My, you would have been a marvelous politician, Mister Silco. You say so little, and claim you do not truly mean what one might infer from it. I will be frank, in exchange: I have done a great number of things to ensure I pleased my sponsors and benefactors. Many things they feel great shame and guilt over, despite making great use of my findings.

[ He touches a hand to his chest, fingers brushing along the bone-pale whistle as he finally pinned it back upon his lapel. Like a gruesome boutonniere, praying furiously with its fingers clasped. ]

I do not like to languish in inactivity. Should you like me to assist you in your own endeavors, in exchange for becoming my sponsor in these early days — I will gladly provide you a detailed record of my achievements in my former world. Altering body chemistry is among the least that I am skilled in, and I have no qualms doing such things again. I simply wish to be able to pursue my research, to the betterment of all humanity.