[He's sorry. Angus is sorry. Sorry for the five billion people who were unable to escape in time. Sorry that many brave warriors lost their lives for nothing. Sorry that Zargothrax was somewhat successful.

He curls up his knees.]

It's- I've done something. I followed him to an alternate past, and...I think we stopped him. I feel I should be happy, but I can't help but feel a sense of dread.