You know, I never really needed a reason to fight before. If some guy looked at me funny, that was more than enough. Dumb, huh?

[He smiles ruefully and looks away, a distant look in his eyes.]

It's too late to save the person I was supposed to save... but at least I can fight for something worthwhile for a change.

[Just as quickly, the pensive mood is gone, replaced by a grin.]

I've got zero combat-focused powers, but screw that, I've got two fists and one hell of a grudge! I oughta get out there and smash some Torments!