That’s impossible… what kind of eyesight would it take to do something like that?
Is he… Is he really human?
Christopher realized that he was sweating heavily.
“Truly… the strongest human on the planet…”
“Aww, you’re embarrassing me.”
Christopher fell silent for a moment, then smirked. It looked like he was laughing at himself.
“You truly are blessed by God.”
“God doesn’t exist in this world. He’s only in my head. To you, he’s in yours. You get what I mean?” Vino said quietly, and something that looked to Christopher like anger began to seep into his eyes.
“You know what really pisses me off? It’s when people think that my power is some sorta miracle, or a gift from God. D’you really think that I just sat there and had this strength handed to me on a silver platter?”
His grip tightened, slowly blocking off Christopher’s airway.
“I call up the God in my mind and make him do what I say. That’s what’s called effort. I do that every day, every week, every month, every year. That’s all. So. You admit defeat, right?”
- Baccano 1933- THE SLASH Bloody to Fair