[There's a certain level of disdain in his expression, meeting the harsh gaze with one of his own. Regardless of the words she speaks, he doesn't agree with her methods. Humans -- they were weak, cruel creatures. Fond of war, fond of destroying the things they built and what good they did manage over petty differences.]

[They were short lived creatures who seemed to found their existence on betrayal.]

It's just what they are. [He shrugs, his own tone laced with a certain disinterested in their well-being. The only flaw in this is that they harbor the one thing he does need, and for his next point, that means he needs to retrieve her before it happens.] They'll destroy themselves soon enough. Self-destructive humans is all they are. They're not of any worth to either of us.