"You think I don't know that?" Logan asked, the tough facade he held onto so tightly starting to crack a little under Neil's words. "You want to know what I am? I'm the guy who fell in love with a girl, only to lose her before she had her skull bashed in. I'm the guy no one wanted around. No one gave a damn about. I'm the guy who let his father beat the shit out of him because it was at least better than being completely ignored. The guy who didn't see the signs before his mother killed herself. ...The guy who begged for a life he'd never really even enjoyed. That's who I am. I smelled of death long before it ever took me. I smelled of it before Joe found me... before he gave me this. And fuck, I never wanted this. I spent years looking for death, and when it finally found me, this happened. I finally got what I'd been looking for, I finally found someone with the balls to kill me, only to get stuck living for fucking eternity... Or at least until someone decides to dust me."