What good he did mattered until he threw it all away, Mister Qubit. Discarded his good intentions and noble acts because in the end, they mattered not to him.

[Qubit's pleading look is met with one of utter disdain from Carlisle. His eyes narrow, their glow vibrant even in the simulated sunlight.]

This man lied to you — he lied to you all. And for what? So he could maintain his facade? The effigy of himself he'd presented to others? He felt that pressure to be perfect, but he is not the only one who has ever been judged time and time and time again.

[He pulls in a breath, steeling himself against the very thought.]

You said yourself that this was not the result of a moment's anger, neither tantrum nor conniption fit. He chose to lie. He chose to betray a lad who idolized him, carving out half his brain in the process. He chose to destroy an entire city for whatever reason, and in doing all that, he forfeited any right he had to be praised, no matter how good his deeds had once been.

[Carlisle levels his gaze on Qubit once more.]

He chose to be a monster, Mister Qubit. An insatiable monster for whom all the love and admiration of the world was not enough.