"Oh yes, Dylan is nice to the entire universe. That's part of the problem. Being nice to everyone in a universe that wants to kill you isn't a wise thing to do. Eventually, it will come back and bite you in the ass. I just don't like it being my ass."

Still, Telemachus sat down obediently on the bed. "Fine. I'll consent.Do your worst." Truth be told he was caught between wanting the vaccines which would help him survive and wanting to show the universe just how awesome his Nietzschean genes were.