[For once, Jack is all reaction and no foresight. He thought he could be calm about this but the reality is that it burned enough to lose everything he had but to hear that someone else had that view, could graze their fingers over his desk, could gaze upon... that picture...

For someone else to have his power rested on their shoulders and then to DARE group them together into a like being... There's more of that laugh, holding back a barely contained roar.]

I! Am Handsome Jack, and I don't NEED ANYONE! Hologram? Sure, I might remember something about a project like that, but guess what, buddy? Not all roads lead down the same path, and you can bet that one wrong step and your ass would have been just another pile of meat sliding down a wide hole, ripping and gnashing at your bones and flesh until every pulpy sinew was indecipherable from all the other fools who thought they could rest their heads upon the pillow of my throne.

So be careful when you say us, Rhys. Because I'm not convinced that you and I are two-of-a-kind yet. [Anyone can play with a computer, Rhys, and who knows? Maybe you played games with that hologram - but even if. Even if you're that good with code, be aware that Jack is better.]