He walked with an arrogant glide, one common among greasy New York businessmen. Most would see it as a boost to his ego with every step, a sort of physical build of egotistical nonsense, momentum even. He spoke as if he were bathed in the words of Shakespeare, and I have no doubt that he was. He wore his confidence on his sleeve, which he had every right to considering what he's done. He's strong but weak, durable but fragile, confident but insecure.
But those were only a few good things, there was more to him than meets the eye. Everyone says that about someone at one point, and he's that person. Behind closed doors he's different. He has three faces, when he only thought he had two. The question is, which face is truly his? Which one will takeover? Who will win, fear, faith, or a blurry mess?