[The vision continues - jumping, and cutting with static bursts, words becoming more distinct as They find themselves in an arena full of people jeering or just rubbernecking as they're shuffled forward by armed men to the center of a target - anti-artillery guns pointing down at him]

Are they so damn scared that they think this is the only way to kill me? ...Why did I let myself be captured by these damned cowards?

[Someone started talking over a screen, reading a list of charges - somehow you know at least half of them were lies, pinned on him, just more excuses to execute.

Again there's an odd cut, a jump - switching to the interior of a ship, watching as the gawkers and the very same men so ready to kill running for their lives, looking little more than ants as the ship ascends]

Why do I even return to this world, all that they would want of me is my death... there's no place for me for here.

[Somehow... this memory seems wrong]