You can grow someone’s strength or power, but you can’t grow a corresponding conscience. There’s no pill for that.
They say everyone’s born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you’re the villain. Problem is, you don’t always know that you’ve crossed that line. Maybe it’s enough that the world thinks I’m a hero. Maybe if I work long and hard, maybe I can fool myself.
Knowing it’s real means you gotta make a decision. One, keep denying it. Or two… do something about it.
You shoot at me, I’ll pull the bullet out of my ruined jacket and shove it up your ass with my pinky finger, and who do you think that’s gonna hurt more?