"Ithn't that how it'th thuppothed to be? The Helmthman ith jutht a vethel for their Empire." He tilts his head back, eyes sliding closed as he takes a deep breath. He vaguely remembers pain and suffering and the presences of his vision two-fold, but everything is warped. He feels like he's missing something, and whether it's from age or from being plugged into the helm he's not really sure.

"I'll be thure to tell it to all the wigglerth I meet, heh."