Spread it on your flowers, Greg.

Mother Dirt: Selection process for my officers is ruthless but necessary. A new not-self entered the system; in developing a response it was necessary to expose you to the antigen.

Greg Feely: I don't care; you took everything I had. And I wanted an explanation. Wanted it all to make sense but it's just shit.
What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do with this?

Mother Dirt: Spread it on your flowers, Greg.