Mister Sunshine, you remind me of the weather.

Some days, you’re all sunbeams and warmth. You shine down, smiling, arms open, talking about positivity and hugs, drawing people in like children chasing the light. When the sun is out, they feel safe. They feel your warmth, your kindness, your encouragement. That’s why they followed you. That’s why they trusted you.

But you’re not just the sun, are you?

Because other times, you’re the rain.

Cold. Relentless. A downpour of deceit. A storm of lies and treachery that soaks through everything, leaving the people closest to you drenched in disappointment.

Anton Savor and Captain Arcadia felt that rain firsthand, didn’t they? When you looked them in the eyes and lied? When you pretended to be their friend, their ally, while secretly working against them? You let them stand in your storm without an umbrella, and when it was over, all they were left with was the cold truth.

And then…

Then, you became the thunder and lightning.

Two weeks ago, you struck me down with the force of a storm in full rage. Blow after blow, you rained down violence. The happy, smiling Mister Sunshine turned into a force of destruction, a weapon in the hands of the Preservationists. Every punch? Thunder. Every kick? Lightning. And all I could do was stand there, feeling the storm crash against me.

Most men wouldn’t know how to handle themselves in such a situation. Most would look for cover or shelter from the storm. Others would stay away and protect themselves from what the weather might bring. Well, I don’t run, Mister Sunshine… and I don’t hide.

Because when you think about it, I’m a weatherman.

I know how to read the signs. I know what’s coming before it even arrives.

So at Kaos, I’ll be ready for you.

If you come as the sun? I’ll have my lotion and I won’t let myself get burned.

If you come as the rain? I’ll have my raincoat and I won’t let myself get soaked.

And if you come as thunder and lightning?

Well… sometimes the only way to survive a storm is to become one with it.

So bring your sunshine. Bring your rain. Bring your thunder, your lightning, your worst.

Because no matter what weather you bring, Mister Sunshine, it won’t be me caught in the storm.

It’ll be you.

Whatever the weather, whatever the conditions, whatever side of your personality you want to bring with you, just know that I’m prepared for every single eventuality, Sunshine. These children we claim to love and cherish, they need consistency. They need to know that the weather won’t turn on them at a moments notice.

They need a weatherman.

Not a storm.