"Do you know the definition of insanity, Officer Wright?"
"Performing the same actions, hoping for a different result."
The man barely smirks, happy to not have to explain it again.
"And since the beginning of time, we've done exactly that. Since we walked the Earth with creatures far stronger and faster than us, we've been creatures of habit. We're stubborn, we don't plan, we just act on impulse, emotion. We're fueled by our fear, our anger, our love. It poisons us, and makes us think we're complex creatures. But you and I both know that's not true.
The man looks straight into his eyes, almost taking control of the officers soul...
"You know first hand that's not true, isn't that right, Officer Wright? Your anger, it controls you. I've felt it every time we've crossed paths. Your burning hatred, it's like a fog. It's always around you. And it affects the people around you. It always has, hasn't it? Like it did for Amy."
The officer stops writing, his hand trembling, not from anger, but...
"Fear. Now, that's a motivator."
Wright is looking at the man now, his eyes not wavering away.
"I've seen that look before, Albert... you won't stop what's destined to be. She won't feel a thing."
The man grabs Wrights hand, not breaking his stare.
"I promise you... she won't. But you've caused me too many headaches. You need to see what becomes of men who think anger allows control. You need to FEEL fear, and only then, will you know where you stand in all of this.
Wright pulls his hand away, and rushes to the door, knocking over his chair as he stands. We hear the man saying to him as he exits...
You're a good man, Albert. And she's an angel... but even God himself casted angels down...
