His metal fingers snapped around the chopsticks, holding them still. And for the first time his gaze locked with Rey's, it was sharp, focused, and honed by the experience of two lifetimes: one full of the grit of American poverty, a mockery of hollow platitudes and condemnations he'd unfairly inhereted from a supposedly charity-focused, Christen nation willing to heap hypocritical judgment at his feet at the moment of his birth rather than the principles of their faith; the other, so far a daily journey through the abject abuse festering in the gaping cracks of a civilization that knowingly, willingly turned its back on in order to prop up the fortunate few at the top - the rich, the power, and the beautiful.
"Acknowledgement is not the same as condoning." His words were purposeful. "Our universe may have advance technology, but fails at fundamental concepts like freedom, peace, and justice, and civil liberties, and who has the right to them as much as Earth does."