Jasper Sitwell was more of an idealist--or at least he used to be back before he had learnt he couldn't trust anyone, and these days that included himself. It would be so simple to be merely what one loved and here in Stark's mechanically articulated Garden of Eden, he could almost believe it.
But the problem had always been knowledge, and even moreso, man. "Well, it's better than Nietzsche." Jasper moved closer to a projection board along one wall, leaning im to look with a feigned distraction though genuine interest. "Stare into the abyss too long and it stares back at you." Jasper got it, the drive to save the world whether for validation, self-assurance, or the rare and rumored intrinsic goodness. But it was hard to see mankind as noble with as rotten as its core was.
He own thoughts on the matter were less relevant. Vonnegut would be disgusted. Nick Fury would at least approve. And Stark hadn't enticed Jasper to his haven to talk with. He idly reached out, rotating a projection like a cat at a pond. He watched Stark in the back-reflection of his glasses.
This was about Osborn . Jasper had of course heard the rumors since returning. Some more outlandish and damning than others. But Harry Osborn was far down on Sitwell's priorities. He could see why Stark made him a pet project. Jasper didn't stand straight though looked sideways.