>Henry, so soon, I didn’t expect you for another hour yet. Now you’re just trying to impress me. I know, I know, you have questions. You always do. The only important question is this: Who are we, Henry? I thought I knew who I was, but the success starved me. Nothing left but lines on a page. In the end, we followed two different roads of our own making. You, a lovely family. Me, a crooked empire. And my road burned. I let \*our\* creations become my life. Truth is you were always so good at pushing me friend. Pushing me to do the right thing. You should have pushed a little harder. Henry, come visit the old workshop. There’s something I need to show you.