"You know something pal?" Korvic walked through the broken streets of the city, calling out to an old friend of his. He had been out in the wild for a while, but he never expected to return to this. In his right hand he held one of his most prized hand cannons, and in his left he held his trusty knife. "I went through [i]a lot[/i], and I mean [i][u]A LOT[/u][/i], of nonsense to stop this from happening the first go around, and now you gotta go and ruin all my hard work? To be honest, I'm a little hurt."