Legacy, it’s something handed down, generation to generation. 

It’s something carried on from generation to generation, whether it’s passed down through blood or a mentor teaching the next in line. 

Some people get their legacy from the father… 

Some get it from someone they only knew as the one who took care of them. 

I’ll never get to hand down my legacy. 

I mean, look at me. 

I’m a husk of a man called Nobody, like it’s some throwaway line from a book of one-liners. 

People used to fear Mr. Nobody. 

The nameless, faceless Boogeyman that lay in wait for those men who took too many risks and walked too far on the wrong side of the tracks. 

People used to say, “Press your luck and Nobody will find you”. 

But I came back from a place that was meant to tear me down, and it only… 

Made me human, the Boogeyman that was is now brought into the light. 

But Destructo men like you and me are more ghosts than anything else. 

We’ve let our want for penance dictate who we are, you and me. 

You had a sociopathic scientist steal your mother and the man you knew as your father. 

You’ve had your life stolen from you in the fiery crucible of Arcadia. 

This world has stolen from you more than I can comprehend. 

I mean, I never watched my parents die in fires of this world, literally or figuratively. 

No, instead I was a prisoner on Deathrow, buried and forgotten. 

While you got to spend time with your family, feeling that love, that appreciation, and having your father teach you the lessons to make you a hero. 

The man who called himself your father gave you a lineage, asked you to carry on his Legacy… 

Who gives a flying fuck if he was your actual sperm donor? 

He handed you the Kingdom Blade; he gave you something to aspire to, and what do you do with it? 

You whine, you moan, you act like some dejected spoiled brat who’s just content to throw his toys from the pram. 

You walk around carrying something that was entrusted to you, and how do you honor Max’s Legacy? 

You become this mopey little emo prick that I’m ashamed to look at, and I can barely look at myself in the mirror. 

Look at me, you moody little prick, you want to squander the Lineage you’ve been entrusted with, fine! 

Wallow in your apathy! 

You will be the first one in line to see that my legacy is worth something. 

That Mr. Nobody is someone to be respected, that I’m not an afterthought… 

I may be a Deadman walking, but as long as I draw breath, I will always be a threat to the evil, to the Ne’er-do-wells, to the apathetic. 

Because we all know, it’s one shot, one kill, and I am one step closer to proving my Lineage… 

Showing all of Arcadia that my Legacy is etched with Royalty and showing them just how badly you’ve fumbled yours.