"And I've been telling you, from the beginning, there's a better way to know." Haine was reloading his gun casually, watching that boy. A lost child with no morals. Not so far from what he had been. But the arrogance to flaunt your fangs so boldly, screaming to the world no one was stronger, they were wrong and he was right right right--it offended even the Dog in Haine. He'd be lying to say he didn't disregard others opinions most(nearly all) of the time, but it was mostly because they had nothing to do with him. They didn't effect him, so he had no reason to care. This was different.
"You want to know who you are. And kid, I'll tell you someone--even people with memories want to know. No one knows who the fuck they are or why we even exist. If you wanna keep searching, that's fine. But ripping people apart when they haven't even threatened you...that's just stupid. Even weak people can fuck shit up if there's a lot of them. You're just painting a target on yourself this way." Click, click, loaded. Haine pointed the gun again, but didn't fire, not this time.
"Pride goes before a fall. Advertise you're the strongest, and people will make a point to prove you wrong. You'll die, and it'll have all been for nothing."