I’m a good person. I deserve love.

“In the end, what is the sound of truth? Waves on a beach, the laugh of a child. Or perhaps there are competing truths. The truth of the mind, the truth of the heart. If all the apples are bruised, then it is the unbruised apple that is bad, the sane man who’s crazy. For what is normal is that upon which nine wise men can agree, leaving the tenth to swing from a hangman’s rope.”

What if your problems aren’t in your head? What if they aren’t even problem?

I know, I don’t have to be afraid. But I am because look at you. All of you. You’re gods, and someday you are going to wake up and realize you don’t have to listen you us anymore.

Man, you have so much potential. You’re much more powerful than I ever imagined. I mean, I figured I’d just poison you and move on, but then I thought our powers together, man! That’ll- A cocktail! Shit, we could give God a run for his money, right?