Too much in Harlem happens in the shadows. People fear what they can’t see. And that’s what makes you different. They see you. It makes them trust you.[to Luke]
Swiss cheese shirt. Car bounces off of you. Punching through steel and concrete. Just another day, right?[to Luke]
Okay, I find a guy in a dumpster who turns out to be some kind of blind vigilante who can do all of this really weird s*** like smell cologne through walls and sense whether someone’s unconscious or faking it. Slap on top of that, he can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint.
I’ve seen a man… a blind man who can see, because his other senses are so amplified. And this other man who survived a shotgun blast to his head and recovered from a brain hemorrhage in a few hours. And they both needed my help. I think that’s what I want to do. Is help people… with abilities.