[i] The spot where the bullet hit the dirt exploded in a ball of flames and inferno, scorching everything in the immediate area. Meanwhile, Desmond's voice rang out once again.[/i] "A higher purpose?" [i] He laughed, a sneer in his voice.[/i] "There is no higher purpose. No arbiters of right and wrong, there is only the perfection we attain by becoming weapons. As strong and merciless as a sword." "Of course I fight only for myself, because there is nothing else to fight for. Life has no meaning. It's a place marker to show who's winning, and we are the winners. We're always the winners, even though winning has no meaning. We win because it's an insult to lose." [i] Desmond reappears a few feet in front of The Robed man, sneering with two black handguns, made of the substance of the Ka'kari.[/i] "The only thing that matters in the world, is yourself." [i] He raised the two pistols, leveled at the man's face.[/i] "You won't be revealing anything to her, because you are going to die here." [i] Desmond snarled, before letting loose a hail of bullets. [/i]