I own nothing of Jhonen Vasquez. His imagination is, in fact, far to great to be claimed by any other human being.
We used to drive the world mad.
Madder than it used to be.
Now they're able to see what you really are.
We used to fight, cold heartless fun, on every terf of the universe.
Now the fights are memories, twinkling like stars at night, and I haven't seen those stars for a long time.
We used to plot ways to kill and annoy each other, just for the sake of fun.
Now there is no game in you.
We used to rack havok to each other, with water and extrucionating acids on the streets.
Now the streets are empty.
We used to laugh at each other, and together, after we triumphantly bypassed death.
Now you laugh with yourself.
We used to think together.
Now you think alone.
We used to morn for our lack of success, neither of us giving up on our people.
Now you morn alone at night, when you're sure not even a soul could hear you.
We used to rejoice at each of our backstabbing success.
Now you wish you could backtrack each success.
We used to fight.
Now I only fight with myself.
We used to be friends, in a way, I suppose.
Now you're a Leader, the pride among many, and I'm just another living, doomed human.
We could have been Friends.
Now, I have no reason not to kill you.
I have to stop you from what you have created.
I will call you Friend from now on.
If I call you anything else, it will seem like I killed you out of hatred and spite.
But you must realize that its for the best of mankind.
Now,
Good-bye Friend.