→ 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 myself. 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 am helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets. I am helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. There’s something about all that blood, man. I drown in it. The indians believed that the blood holds all the bad spirits. And once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. Now there is something smart about that, very smart. I like that. You think I’m crazy?