And in the end, we're all human, you know? My heroes who strode like titans in my past, just human. My greatest rivals, my enemies, those who hounded my every step, human. My loves, my losses, that girl from the internet when I was fifteen, the person I slept with back in high school that I shouldn't have slept with. All human. And me? Just human. Try and be better, try not to be worse, and all you end up with is a point on the spread of humanity. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I know that people...they're nothing if not predictable. And maybe that's not so bad after all.