He looks at the implant, his lips twisting into a frown. "But you chose it for yourself," he points out. "But if someone else had done that to you, someone you hated, would it still be perfection? If looking at it made you sick to your stomach..." he wasn't talking about Thanos anymore, but it didn't matter. The point was the same. He sighs, pulling his hand back and looking up at the windows for a few seconds. "That's what it really comes down to. Perspective."