"Barak, you've always been the most experienced and farsighted among us. If you think General Gana's plan won't work, what do you intend to do?" Schiller asked, looking into Captain America's eyes.
Captain America shook his head. "I don't know either. I just don't want him to lead all Skrulls to destruction with his madness. The Skrull Empire should be revived, but not here—not on Earth, not in the Nine Realms. We should have a homeland of our own."
"More importantly, Doctor, do you really think he can control all humanity?" Captain America frowned. "Right now, it isn't a question of whether we want to wage war against humanity. It's whether we can win."
"Over these past few days, I've come to fully understand humanity's cunning and cruelty. After traveling the universe alongside the Skrull fleet for so many years, I've never seen any race so accomplished at persecuting its own kind."
"Our idea of blending into humanity was that, as long as we had the same appearance and abilities as them, they would gladly accept us. Then we could use our experience and abilities to rise to the pinnacle of power."
"But when we truly blended in, we discovered that they divided their own race into ever more detailed categories, then fought one another. We chose one side, only to find that side divided into countless more factions."
"We didn't join one big family. We joined a series of wars, each more tedious and absurd than the last."
"Captain America and Hydra are both human, yet they are enemies. Captain America, the military, and Congress all belong to the United States political system, yet they aren't teammates. Captain America and Iron Man both belong to the Avengers, yet they aren't completely allied either..."
"What did we blend into? Nothing.