We were able to block their signal, their psychic signal that was deluding everybody into thinking they'd always been around, that they were always helping, the benevolent rulers they wanted us to believe. At first I tried, but it almost fried my brain. But then you stepped up and you did it. Amazing, wonderful Bill. Your mind is so strong, stronger than the Monks could ever anticipate. That will be your saving grace. You flooded their signal with the made up memories of your mother, so pure, untainted. That love. Those photographs I gave you, they helped to bolster those memories, made them even stronger.
You're one in a seven billion, Bill Potts. I'm lucky to have met you.