[Weaponry is the furthest from his mind when he thinks of his achievements. He thinks of the Hexgates, flashes of bright blue and cyan, of gravity being defied, of the limits of spacial travel being discovered. There's flashes of memories of finding a crystal in a desert, of being refined into a perfectly circular shape and hit with a hammer, of an explosion of powerful blue light that knocks him unconscious, of a runic crystal being dropped into his hand. The power of energy, focused and distilled into a laser, controlled by Viktor. Of the runic pattern of his hammer being made, in the forge. Bright blue light. The Hexgates, and their rows and rows of power.]

The trolley helps people get from one place to another easier. We don't have much in the way of helping people who have difficulty getting from place to place here, aside the trolley.

[Genuine altruism. No ego involved.]