Chapter 2:
I am a hero to every one. Except to you. I cannot heal every scar, nor can I soothe every broken soul. Especially not yours. I tried once- to keep you safe in the light. Obviously I was wrong- you were always in the dark.
But you want to know my secret? Why I find the time to even talk to you? I'm also an alien. The difference is people accept me for being different. You're a pathetic bald man.
That's never bugged me, not until I realized how much of it had affected you. How much of it was escaping past your mild-mannered alter ego. It's eating away at you and you cannot even see what's happening. You're letting happen.
Is that why you thrive other pleasures of life to ignore the process of change? Is that why you steal, cheat, and lie? Is that why you're letting your genius go to waste? Because you are so blind and cannot see that you are your own demise?
You're not strong, not of mind, body, or soul. You cannot fight my hands around your neck. Admittedly you tried to fight me with all of your crazy inventions. But the only thing that can save you now is your own acceptance of the truth:
You were wrong, and you were never wanted. You created it that way.
I will admit though, I am sad; it is a great pity it had to end this way- me a hero, you limp at my feet. You could have had greatness. But…
I guess we were just from different worlds.