It doesn’t make you bad that you liked to kill them and it turned you on. It doesn’t. It’s what made me believe in you. Such a bad ass, ah man. Not like those blind idiots always dreaming of a life that’ll never come back. No, you weren’t blind. You saw it and you faced it. So when you told me there was a way. A way to live again. I believed you. You made me believe you.
— Roberta, Z Nation