"Yeah, and you won the battle—but for the Net, not for you and me." He knotted his hands. "I know it’s a selfish thing. I feel ashamed sometimes, worthless. Those little bastards out in their submarine, they’re still out there with their four precious home-made A-bombs, and if they fire one, it’s gonna vaporize a million people just like us. They’re evil, they have to be fought. So what do you and I matter, right? But I can’t see on that scale, I’m small, I can only see you and me."