"your goals: exposed and fruitless, suspended from a childhood insecurity, perpetuated beyond the boundaries of logic and reality. many times i held my hand out to you, when it should have been me was destructive. in my own rights i should have been... i had hoped somewhere that through your clouded portrait of rage i could eventually count on human nature to rear its head and shine over the darkness that we had created for ourselves. and human nature did shine through, but i never realized that human nature was truly so jealous and vile. that is the nature of men, the very man you strive to be, and you will succeed. stretch up to your pain as long as it may carry you, until your body becomes consumed and decayed by the ravages of time. for one day it will forever change your mask, and you will be carved in stone..."
