Bane's hologram smiled. It was the saddest smile Elias had ever seen. "Will you? The Undercroft is two thousand people. The surface is eight billion. When I go, they will tear each other apart. Not because they're evil. Because you're taking away their pacifier. You're giving a tantruming child a loaded gun."
"Elias," Bane said. Not angry. Almost relieved. "You were always my best. You saw the shape of things." banes globalscape
"Correct," Bane had said, leaning close. His reflection in the core’s black glass was a gaunt skull. "So we don't eliminate the people. We eliminate the choice . We build a world so comfortable, so seamless, that choosing chaos becomes… illogical." Bane's hologram smiled