"They are the genesis. They create what the rest of you only work with. They know themselves, boy. They looked inside and weren't afraid to drag out what they found. What would you find inside yourself, I wonder?" The hand on his neck moved to rub his shoulders. "We all have it, that dark core. It makes us men. And if we examine it, if we can bear to hold it up to ourselves and acknowledge it as our own, then it makes us more than men. The slaughter room is where we become complete, boy."
