Three Hours, ninteen miuntes I am meeting Morningstar for a nice Seafood Dinner.
Legal Seafoods. The one near the water. I'm going to have some Chowder.
I hear that He wants me to kill him. I'm going to have a talk, eat some seafood.
I don't ever want to kill again.
He's going to need a great reason.
Yeah, I broadcast the date time and location of my meeting. Oooh, spooky!!!
Our enemy is an all-powerful, all seeing abomination. I doubt he couldn't find us if he wanted to. There's no point in hiding my intentions.
I don't care if I die anymore. But no one else can die. Not anymore.
I broke Justice on my own knee. Set it on fire.
I'm going to be unarmed.
It doesn't matter.
I was a boxer, once, you know. I trained. I was an infighter.
Those hands I trained...