I’m a mercenary. I don’t play fair. I play what I want. When you deal with a mercenary, then all decorum gets tossed out the window, so you go ahead with your cute threats and your watch beeps. Order will not protect you anymore, my friend. I will rain chaos, even if it hurts me, ’cause I would rather see you lose than win myself.
Every business day when that market bell rings, we con people into believing in something, the American dream, family values. Could be freedom fries for all I care. It doesn’t matter as long as the con works and people buy and sell whatever it is we want them to.
World catastrophes like this, they aren’t caused by lone wolves like you. They occur because men like me allow them. You just happened to stumble into one of them.[to Mr. Robot]
We staged the biggest coup in human civilization and the whole world volunteered to take part. Opted in, checked the box, and clicked, “I agree.”
Isn’t that what history is all about? Politically, economically, geographically, imaginary lines being drawn and redrawn, over and over again?
That’s why it works, right? The one thing every person has: regret. You weaponize that, and then you use that weapon against them to destroy them.[to Whiterose]