"I am so lonely.
All the other Viltrumites are scared of me.
Noone talks to me.
Noone wants to be my friend-- They think I am unstable.
They send me from planet to planet committing atrocities in their name.
And as I get better at it, they fear me more and more. I am a victim of my own success.
Conquest.
I don't even get a real name, only a purpose.
I am capable of so much more and noone sees it. Some days I feel so alone I could cry, but I don't.
I never do.
Because what would be the point?
Not a single person in the entire universe would care.
Take it to your grave."

17 plus 12 isnt that hard of a math problem it just isnt