"I think back to who I was as a child, and I wonder...what would that child think of me. How little I smile, how sad I am, how many corpses I made to get where I am. I really do wonder...when did that child die.."
Solomon strolling around his palace and doing some reflections.
"You know...a killer can have a lot of victims. And they can all have so many differences, but we all share one thing. Our first victim is ourselves. We kill off the parts of us that would view this as wrong or immoral."
Kai sharpening his knives and sitting on the edge of his bed.
"The person I was...slowly died as I became the person I am today. Sometimes I miss the little naive child who would doodle on the thrones of his family. Who would of believed anything he was told. The one who was so innocent and full of joy. Yet I look back and realize that if that child grew up properly, he would not of survived what I went through. So he died when he was six years old. All that remains is all that you see."
Haden sketching himself looking into a mirror, seeing a reflection of who he was.
"I don't think freedom is something granted to you. It's something you must realize for yourself. It's the same thing with power. Borrowed power is not your own. Neither is borrowed freedom. If you feel freedom then do so of your own desire. Use your free will to live how you see fit. Whether it's the right way or wrong is up to you. Judge your own actions accordingly for your opinion of yourself is the real nail in the coffin."
Khorne takes apart his pistol and lazily rests on the table, Razor curled around his neck.
{Don't ask me what made me think of these, I just randomly had them pop into my mind}
