You’d be surprised at what I can take from you. People always think that when they’re down and out, and when everything’s gone from them, that they can fight forever. And that they can die. Whether bloody, or peaceful, doesn’t matter. They think that it’s all done, they think that’s its all over with. You think your heart’s dead? Mostly, but not yet! You think your body’s broken? You’re not even close. But that doesn’t matter, does it? ‘Cause you figure, “I won’t care. Do it. Cut me open, HABIT, gut me like a fish. Cut off my fingers, chew ‘em in front of me. I won’t care, won’t give a shit. I won’t scream, I won’t beg, I won’t cry.” But you will. They always do. And in that moment, I’ll be there. To piss in your wounds, and to burn you alive. You think you’re untouchable? Not even God can hide from me.