I prepare for the noble war.
I'm calm; I know the secret. I know what's coming, and I know no one can stop me, including my self. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. It's a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that runs through the street. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. The world is a filthy place; It's a filthy goddamn horror show. There's so much pain, you know? There's so much... There is something about all that blood; I drown in it. The Indians believed blood holds all the bad spirits, and once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. Now, there's something smart about that, very smart. I like that. You think I'm crazy?