“He taught you well, didn’t he?”
“That’s the thing Ken. Jackdaw and Ken aren’t very different.”
“It’s hard to believe, I know. My body of work compared to your body of work and on the outside we’re different, but we aren’t.”
“The problem, the difference is that I know that once I start……I cannot stop myself. I don’t have the wherewithal, the mental capacity to stop.
“I know, I know. Look at you. Look at me. The similarities aren’t face value. But Ken, I too, know the fine arts of being disciplined. Jackdaw has been disciplined all his life. You forced yourself through the wicked ways of discipline by being the best creation that you can be, albeit, not always ‘the best.'”
“Do you know the discipline in tearing flesh?”
“Have you ever killed a man?”
“Have you ever dissected a human being?”
“Have you ever felt the warm blood, spurting from an open wound staining your best shirt?”
“I have.”
“I will again.”
“See, we’re the same. But we’re not.”
“Master Ken you’re disciplined in the greatest martial arts techniques, I’m disciplined in the greatest madness that the world has ever seen.”
“Kick, Punch, HIII-YAAAAAA!!!!”
“You know what I hear? I hear the screams. I HEAR THE SCREAMS!!! I heard the screams of the innocent slaughtered lambs. They haunt me. They won’t leave me alone but why would they?”
“I love hurting people. I love squeezing them until the cranial fluid drips from their ear. I love forcing a smile upon someone’s disfigured face.”
“My discipline is unlike anything you’ve ever seen Ken. But they didn’t give me a phony medal from a phony competition. They did everything they could to lock me up. EVERYTHING THEY COULD TO GIVE ME HELP!!! It’s warriors like you Ken who take the good God damn name of discipline and you make it look like it’s child’s play.”
“So Ken, I wish you well, I really do. I see you out there standing so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, everything you’ve done. Just for one single second keep in mind that Jackdaw doesn’t care. Jackdaw doesn’t care about your discipline, about your health, about anything else that you hold close to your heart. If need be Ken, you’ll be the next victim on my Smile Tour. Ken, you’ll be the next name etched on my mantle. Ken, you’ll be a notch on the belt I’m not wearing.”
“I hate to be your bearer of bad news. Ken, I’m backed against a wall and the only semblance of sanity I have left is my discipline. I welcome you to the unholy hell that is Jackdaw. I welcome you to your end.”
“Now, go ahead……Give ole’ Jackdaw a smile.”