I intend through all this bitterness gain some measure of strength.
Yes, I badly desire that steel that was once in me before the Crisis Days.
It is sickening to see me now as I am, languishing in despair and purposeless desire.
I intend to be independent of my emotions, of my sentiments, of my shallow and petty desires which everyone labels as being "normally human".
I will have strength and it will come by no other way save the death of sentiment and delusional hope.
Indeed, there are many things that must be put to the sword and to the torch.
