It's only that one spot you need armoured too - the one the bullet hits.

Ok. We need to lighten the mood.

Sword, give me strength.

Teach them to fear us.

Oh crap.

Jackpot!

Not even death can save you from me.

And this... this... is my punishment.

Cold? Hmmm... I guess that's just the way I am, sorry.

An informed question. But difficult to answer. I am what you see.

What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, that is the illusion.

I need a weapon.

You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.

Story of my life.

Boooomshakalaka