[ They've never spoken much, have they? Maximus looks at it as an opportunity to draw himself a bit, and he composes himself quickly, considering his emotional state scarcely a moment ago. ]

A city called Attilan. It was a secure place on the moon, away from the prying eyes of humans, run by technologies similar to what we've experienced on Thea. My people fled there to live out their lives free of disruption. I was their king at the time of its ruin.