Isn't it funny how one little encounter can cleave off little pieces of your past, deform your memories and persona until you rethink your whole identity β and as you realize how foolish it all is β your laughter reverberates off the walls of your own emptiness?
Behind all the sturm and batarang, you're just a little boy in a playsuit crying for mommy and daddy. It'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic...... Oh, what the heck, I'll laugh anyway!
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am I right? You had a bad day and everything changed.
And he didn't die all at once. It was hours before the screaming stopped. I almost didn't get to sleep that night. That was the last time I'd used crushed glass...