You know nothing of humiliation, you foolish little boy. But, for all your talk, you don't know much of anything at all.

You're ill, Nigma, we all are-- and the type of illness we have isn't the kind that can be healed with friendship and love. Inside, past this illusion you've made for yourself, you're still sick, and we're going to break you open and show you just how sick you really are. Good man, bad man, all of them scream.