"Much like a few other things on my person... It's a metaphor. Before I died, I thought I could change things with peace and words. I thought my vision, was the best vision. But after death..." *takes off gas mask to reveal a black and grey haired olive-skinned youth* "After death I realized that there are other visions. Some better, some not. The mask is what protects me from corruption, from the heresy known as "god proclamation", and filters in what I see to create a better future... But lately? Lately it's all been hazy. Like a smoke hiding a fire that's burning away all we've worked for..."