"Hm. See, where I'm from, for years, it was never about the world. Then things changed." Leonard leans his head back a little, reaching into his glass to fish out one of the ice cubes and set it down on the table he's leaning against. He passes it back and forth between two fingers, sliding it across the surface like a miniature version of hockey. "I guess when it started to be about the world, I picked the world's side."

For better or worse.