“Look at yourself. You look pathetic.” “Do I, though?” as he slowly kisses the back of his blood-soaked palm. “I can’t believe you did this to yourself. You were better than this. I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Come with me, please.” “You don’t get it. A false sense of ethicality blinds you. I am transcending this idea of living.” “I pity you.” [bursts into hysterical laughter] “Save it for yourself.”