[That's not the only thing Charles could have done; they both know it, and Felix isn't sure what to do with the fact that he won't even admit to it as an option. He stares at the screen for a moment, brow knit, eyes aglow.]

You can't have it both ways, Charles. Either you would have stopped it, or you wouldn't. Couldn't. You didn't. [And that's where the real disgust comes in, and where the heart of all the anger really lies.] Cycle of violence? Like letting her beat the frak out of me because I wanted a shred of justice for my entire race? But you, you wardens, you didn't want to listen to that. No one wanted to talk about that big a crime. Even the Admiral got rid of him eventually, and silently -- why? Because it was too embarrassing to keep him there, circling the drain and pretending to care about his own genocide?