(John's POV)
'Can you call someone cocky or arrogant for admiring their work when it is yet to be complete? That is something that depends on whether or not the job can be deemed to be on an irreversible path or not. I can gladly say that without a doubt that my work here on my homeworld is nearing completion despite the many variable running about.'
As I was mid-way through my inner monologue, my attention was grabbed by the beautiful garden of fire and smoke that I have made out of one of many Safe Havens that we were attacking tonight. Smoke, ashes, and cinders rose into the sky like popped cattail fluff. It was truly a wonder in the eyes of some as wicked as me how the destruction of many could make the night sky so aesthetic.
