Loneliness isn’t about being alone… it’s realizing no one’s worth a damn when things turn ugly. You look around and see faces, but deep down you know everyone’s just out there saving themselves. You get used to it—don’t trust, don’t need… because every time you did, you ended up empty-handed or with a knife in your back.

And then it stops hurting. It just makes you colder… more dangerous. Because when you’ve got no one, you’ve got nothing to lose. And a man with nothing to lose doesn’t ask for permission, doesn’t hesitate… he does what has to be done, even if the whole world burns for it.