"Stalk?" He laughed, "not even close. I give them the opperunity to be more than they are, to bring the world to it's next phase if you will," he twirled the knife he had taken out of his arm a few times watching the light there was in the area reflect off the blade tinged with his blood.
"It's a new world order Dean, I'm just trying to be on the ground floor," he explained. "I'm sure someone with your..." he paused for a moment, tilting his head "recent experiences could appreciate where I'm coming from. Why not create a world where those of us who should be somewhere like that can wander free up here instead."
He looked square at Dean, closing the steps he had taken back. "A world in the image of people like you and me, instead of some high and mighty God that quite frankly probably doesn't give a damn about anyone."