“A match is never struck without a reason. Be it as simple as lighting a candle or as important as lighting your stove.”
“That very same strike of a match can bring many things. Light, warmth, even destruction.”
“It all depends on the kindling that you drop it upon.”
“Whatever fuels the flame decides the consequences. Most of us only see the melting of wax or the crackling of wood when we decide to create a spark.”
“But those less fortunate might find themselves not smelling the lovely scent of a lavender candle or the delightful crackle of firewood.”
“Instead they smell the burning of flesh and hear the screams of the poor unfortunate souls who became the kindling for their demise. The smoke fills the room and regret fills your heart but you can’t simply put the fire out.”
“Try as you might, you cannot take back what you’ve done.”
“As Mr. Boswick said, Destructo Boy is a pile of heavy, toxic baggage weighing on your shoulders, Maxwell. As his father you refused to teach him right from wrong, letting the petulant young man control the relationship with his unruly demands and horrible life choices.”
“Drenched in kerosene and leaking his anger all over Arcadia, you’ve done nothing but drag him upon your back through the levels at his behest while you do nothing but sit idly by and allow it to happen. All of Arcadia has been covered in gasoline as you chased James around until you finally gave in.”
“You finally struck the match that’d set him off and ignite the trail of fuel that soaked Arcadia.”
“With a nod of the head and a flick of the wrist you lit that match, Maxwell and now it’s too late to go back as you’ve created an inferno that wants nothing more than to engulf all of the wonderful place we call home!”
“A flame that wants to eat away at anything and everything in its way.”
“Starting with Doom.”
“You know what it feels like to be burnt, yet you allowed your son to convince you that Doom needs to share your fate. You’ve ransacked his home, attempt to set fire to his life, and sat back as your dear son tried to burn him alive. His skin blistered by the flames and body overwhelmed by the heat.”
“The fire can’t be quelled because you refuse to extinguish it. You can’t tell your son no.”
“You won’t put him out.”
“But don’t you worry, the ACA is here to help.”
“With moral superiority as our fire extinguishers and censorship as our thick, powerful foam we’ll smother out that kindling and stomp out your match sticks.”
“After all, Arcadia is in need of a pair of heroes who can do what you cannot, right?”
“So stand back and let us wash over you until the flames turn to ashes, Maxwell.”
“We’re doing what we must.”
“We’re doing it for the Greater Goode.”