Definition of Character: Apologies For Free

It's more like there's nothing wrong with Marv, nothing at all-- except he had the rotten luck of being born at the wrong time in history. He'd have been okay if he'd been born a couple thousand years ago. He'd have been right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an ax into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other gladiators like him...they'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then." - Dwight, in Frank Miller's Sin City: A Dame To Kill For

I'm not saying I'm sorry for anything. Doesn't mean I'm not sorry, just means I'm not saying it.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I have been mocked, I have been beaten, I have been taken advantage of. I have been loved, I have been admired, I have been listened to.

I sometimes find that feeling, where I can hear every footstep, can feel the ground give way below my feet, can see the earth shake as I move. I sometimes find that place where the darkness fills the voids, the light bends to my will, and life sucks the sounds from the sky.

I never understood that place...and I don't now.

Which sort of makes this a rather pointless entry.

Had you going for a second there didn't I?

You thought this was the one, didn't you?

It's not but...

I can feel the ax in my hand.

Can feel the ground beneath my feet.

Sure they toss them to me, but I just toss them back.

The crowd roars.

The earth shakes.

I move.

They offer a fight, I give them a war.