"And what if we don't, huh? That's what happens when a little success goes your way; you get cocky. I don't think that you've ever lost, truly and completely lost, and you're sure as hell not ready for what happens when you do. Because one loss is all it takes to lose everything you've ever worked for." He looks at you "I don't expect you to believe me right away. Not without proof. Did you know that I'm not the Ginger you met back on Thorisis? That version of me died 7 years ago, on a mission for Atlas." The central holo-table sparks to life, and shows the diagram of a planet. Even at this vast distance, massive ships are visible in orbit and inside the atmosphere. "This, is Typhon, an Atlas colony world in a remote Galaxy. We were fighting the Legion, one of our most infamous foes, a sentient race of devout robots. Ginger was assigned to track down one of their conflux minds on the surface, one of their command hubs. He wasn't ready for the trap that followed, and he lost the firefight that ensued." He hesitates "In a last ditch effort to destroy the mind, he created a singularity using intense gravitational forces. When he was inevitably killed, the singularity raged out of control..." The picture zooms out, showing the planet and most of the ship's sucked into the void, the former collapsing into itself. "Killing 8 billion people. He murdered them all, needlessly, because he couldn't cope with the proposition of losing." The display reverts to normal, and he walks out of the room, fists balled.