“Look, this isn’t a battle of good and evil, here. Well, not the Good and Evil.” He was shaky, pacing, a mouse with a cigarette and a lighter. “These are people. Just like you and me. Well, not really like you and me. They’re backwards, see? Born greedy, self absorbed. Nothing human at all. Then life happens an’ they got a choice. Embrace the evil or, ah…”

"Or what? They choose to be monsters?”