“The thing about evil,” she whispers, “is that it masquerades as good. True evil doesn’t look like a monster with horns and a forked tongue. It’s beautiful, charming, and powerful… An exceptional liar, and a master at manipulating its camouflage.” She falls quiet once more. And I sit, helpless, with my mind aching in emotional logic. “There are no heroes in this world, Lex. Just villains with a better disguise.”
