"I'm not insane." Nero honestly is a little surprised that is the conclusion the man comes to after all that has been said. His people are, as he says, racist bastards that sneered down at lesser races until they nearly got killed, and still didn't learn their lesson.

They also didn't take any responsibility for the state of the world. Even though, if they got involved, they could have cleaned up a lot of the shit that was going on. But they continued their sneering so really, who are the insane ones?

"But your guess is as good as mine." He folds his arms against the bars, leaning against them. "I plan to do my duty to these people."

Nero points again at the man's face. "Anyway, you're fun. I'll get you some food from the banquet upstairs."