"Why can I not be like them?"
'Because you're different, Road.'
"But all I want is to be good again."
A snort. 'Good brings an impossible load
For one as weak as you, my dear.
Oh, I know that you pretend
To love, and laugh, and have good cheer,
But that fate is not your end.
Yours is a path of evil deeds
To frighten even grown men.
You will rid the earth of human seed,
And never see light again.'