“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

Hiro used to feel that way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this is liberating. He no longer has to worry about trying to be the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in the world. The position is taken. The crowning touch, the one thing that really puts true world-class badmother♥♥♥♥erdom totally out of reach,of course, is the hydrogen bomb. If it wasn't for the hydrogen bomb, a man could still aspire. Maybe find Raven's Achilles' heel. Sneak up, get a drop, slip a mickey, pull a fast one. But Raven's nuclear umbrella kind of puts the
world title out of reach. Which is okay. Sometimes it's all right just to be a little bad. To know your
limitations. Make do with what you've got.”