[Ah, yes. His rant. Akande...actually goes quiet for a few long moments, then sighs as he stops dribbling the ball.]

I did not say it well.

[To say the least.]

It is not about being insignificant. But do you remember your ancestors of five thousand years ago? Do you know your lineage?...I do not, aside from two or three generations.

Most of what is remembered are the atrocities. Wars. And achievements. The culmination of history, piled upon the remains of the previous.

[He lines off a shot...and takes it.]

Oda, while you may not be a warrior like me...your writings may endure better than whatever legacy I create. I respect you for that.

[Aaaand he misses.]