Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
I don’t believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy or the power of belief. There is no such thing as spirit. We are made of matter and nothing more. We are just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe.
There are many powers in this world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. And against some I have not yet been tested.
You want to know my powers, know who I am, see what I can do? I’ll show you. Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever.[to his coworkers]