god , thine fury be wrought from the naivety of your people. the heathens so perfectly content with a sick , self - sustaining mediocrity. ❝ ——— now i’m taking a shot in the dark here , but i’m sure the answer you’re looking for is ‘ it kills. ‘ however , legacies can’t be ended with a BULLET. not those already etched into gotham by puzzles & quizzes to last them decades. i can certainly die , but my imminent passing will have little effect on my divinity. ❞
“ you’ll be a footnote in the tabloids. “
john’s handiwork has dictated the flow of war. societies. mobs, & everything in between. out of the pair, john could wager that his own legacies far outweigh the convoluted tests of intellect she presumes to flaunt as evidence of being a higher being. nothing that’s been done, though, has been enough to earn a bullet. “ but you’re right. legacies can’t be ended with a bullet. “ a cacophony of gunfire explodes from the rifle, bullets ripping through anything that seems even remotely important. “ but i’ve got plenty to start with. “
❝ EASY ANSWER : false gods !!! the romans fell for a reason , my dear friend. i , am a true deity. a being molded & sustained by intellect. i can never die. metaphorically speaking , of course. ❞
narcissism – a trait many of the deplorable employers he’s worked for in the past possess. “ do you know what a bullet does to intellect? “ john asks, even if he doesn’t necessarily intend it as a threat.