*You know, it's funny. Everyone out there looks up at me like I'm some kind of god. And you know what? They're right. I mean, who else can fly into the sky, see the world beneath them, and decide—snap—just like that, who lives and who dies?

They love me, need me. But let me tell you something… I don’t need them. I do what I do because I choose to. Not because they deserve it, but because I allow them to have a hero. Without me, there’s nothing but chaos, fear. They worship me because they know deep down, I'm the only thing keeping everything together.

But you? You look at me like I'm just a man in a suit. You think you're different, that you can stand up to me. Let me make one thing clear. No one stands up to me. No one.

So, before you open your mouth again, ask yourself: Do you really want to see what happens when I stop pretending to care? Because I promise you… you're not ready for that.*"