Was it luck? Did my sons die to blind, fuking luck? Dumbass. You think you can come here and get a clean slate? That ain't how it works. You're a destroyer, like me. Oh, no... I say when we're done! Get up! His towering figure hovers over your limp body, the crackle of electricity is dry in the air. Out of the corner of your eye you can see him draw closer.