I prepare for the Noble war. I'm calm, I know the secret. I know what's coming and I know no one can stop me, including myself.
(Ben talking)
I kill people I like. Some of them beg for life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. It's a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit and he piss and he vomit that run in the streets. I'm helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. And there's just something about all that blood....i drown in it. Well the Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits. Once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. There's something...smart about that. Very smart. I like that.