And in those centuries, people suffer, are treated less than human, and are murdered. There comes a point in time where you can't let people sit on the sidelines any more. Where you have to make them choose a side. The me in my dream cares only for himself, and doesn't spare a second thought for others who are in his same position.
Perhaps you're right though. I guess one has to gauge an appropriate time to take extreme measures. I'm sure it would do no one good if he killed them, only to be hunted down and killed later on. It does bother me that he doesn't seem to think about anyone who isn't himself.