"Well, at least you aren't going to wreck havoc and destroy the world or something," Marcus said.
Already done that.
"Your goal and mine aren't that much different." Jericho declared, standing up. "You see, I'm someone who has waited all my life for an opportunity like this."
"What opportunity?" Marcus asked with a raised brow.
"An opportunity to leave a mark that'll last throughout the ages. Protect people? Nonsense. That's far too naive for an old man like you."
Marcus growled, "Hey, I don't really appreciate you calling me an–"
"Open your eyes. There are no real heroes in this world. Neither are there real villains. There are only people with goals and dreams. And I plan to stand at the zenith of all those people." Jericho said, "And this apocalypse… what a perfect way to bring things down to an even field! And these powers, too. Two days ago, old men with money ruled the world. But what do you think would happen now that there are humans with powers like this?"
