Mark Grayson: [softly] Oh no.
[they look at their home destroyed and the Thraxans dead]
Mark Grayson: Dad?
Nolan Grayson: [let's out growling solfty]
Mark Grayson: Dad?
Nolan Grayson: [still growling and grabs Mark by his neck] WHY?
Mark Grayson: [groans in pain]
Nolan Grayson: Why do I CARE about them?
Nolan Grayson: [sternly] They were weak, short-lived, barely a species. They shouldn't matter to me.
Mark Grayson: [weakly] That doesn't mean they should die.
Nolan Grayson: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL THIS WAY! HOW IS THIS BETTER?
Mark Grayson: [painfully] This is how you should have felt on Earth.
[he starts groaning in pain, and Nolan was surprised when he left Earth. When two Viltrumites came in to Thraxa]
Vidor: There's the great Nolan.
Nolan Grayson: [growls at them and let's go of Mark, then coughs]
Vidor: Lucan found you first, I see. Glad you haven't gone too soft.
Nolan Grayson: Lucan was weak. Now he's dead.
Thula: Then he deserved his fate.
Vidor: Like these insects. You barely touch them and they die.
Nolan Grayson: [seriously] I'll kill you for what you did to these people.
Vidor: Then DO IT.
[starts attacking Vidor for good]