Disclaimer- I did not create the Umbrella Academy. Gerard Way and Gabriel Ba did.
Preface-
The whole world is burning and I've created it so. Fool, idiot, drugged up loser. I can see all this blood and turmoil just whirling around in carefree horror, and I caused it. By leaving.
By living.
By discussing doom with the dead.
I was always the freak, always the one who was going to end up as a basket case. I've got no vice you see, no sane vice at least. Speed's fine and dandy, but it'll screw with your head, it'll debauch your mind, and it turns happy little innocence to cynicism and boredom. I shouldn't care really; I don't love any of them, hardly what I'd call a family. We're just a culmination of whack-jobs in a screwed up mansion trying to save the world. Bullshit.
The world never really needed saving, no us, no threat. No threat, no us.
Twisted circle and all that.
That silly, monocle-toting bastard, he really shouldn't have given a damn, he should've watched the world burn. He didn't have the heart not to.
But to be honest, I need to effectively save this world one last time, because I'd hate to end it personally. I'm not a destruction sort of guy.