[ The pieces are similar enough that Silco can see the path that they make. The Doctor, like Singed -- someone funding them, like him. He suspected this Doctor would be just like Singed, only in it for the exploration of how to create power, but oh, the prospect of doing so. Not for themselves, of course, but for the progress it marked. Though Zaun was technically a part of the City of Progress, their own progression had been stilted and shifted, going places where others did not go.

Singed had been largely responsible for much of it, with his shimmer research. ]

I understand, because it is a...similarity. Not just between my world and yours, but others as well. How often are we caught between the Haves and the Have-Nots? How often is power, real power the equalizer that everyone seeks, and must do anything to obtain it -- if they wish to survive.

How broken must all these worlds be, to fall into the same trap? Over and over, without end?