In his view, the humans were fighting a losing battle. They were less than the neanderthals that competed with them in the evolutionary race, took steps back rather than forward to better themselves by doing all that was in their power to ruin everything they touched. He disliked it and so did his father – long may he rest in Valhalla. “They are truly a wretched sort, but it does not have to be this way forever. I will save these dullards from the traps they had laid for themselves – through forceful means, if necessary.” 

_{“doubtful – they’ll find a way to fight against any change. hell, they might even make themselves worse off in the process.” not that he cared too much about humans. he was just stating his own assumptions ( that he considered fact ) in the situation. “that is just what they do; lie, fight, murder, and destroy themselves.” a pause. “that is humanity — and most of them would say i’m worse.”}