TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS!!!

That get your attention, Necron?

I thought it might.

The name's Taylor...

...LORD Taylor.

Pleased to meet you, Grim Harvester.

You don't know me.

You do know of me, but I can say with absolute certainty that you know absolute nothing worth knowing about me.

For once, and hopefully to your absolute dismay, you're not alone on this one.

Nobody truly knows The Lone Gunman.

I don't allow them to.

You're not like them, but as far as that goes, you're no different.

You don't know what I've felt.

I'm not known to be a compassionate man, but I will say that I hope you never have to.

You think you've got it bad.

You think you've got it BAD?

Oh, woe is you.

As hard as you try, Ni' Necron, you're not the only one with problems around here.

You get your devil's sympathy from tales of a once-beautiful face and years of roaming a barren wasteland once called Earth.

All I've got to say to that is, 'Consider yourself LUCKY.'

Some people don't even get the distinction of starting out as beautiful.

Whether you claim to have a thousand or thirty years matters so, so little.

Such a sorrowful, pitiful creature you are, yet you truly do not know total and utter despair.

You thrive on demise yet you've never, ever, felt the guttural laceration of having to watch all hope simply waste away.

At least you had your beauty.

Take a good hard fucking look at you, you demand?

Why?

So the entire world can feel bad for you?

So the entire world can be afraid of you?

Necron, I have taken a good hard at you.

A good hard FUCKING look.

And do you know what I saw?

Flesh.  Bone.  Cartilage.  Gore.  Everything.  The entire cast of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I saw depression and hate, because what you once had is gone.

That's what you want to hear.

Now...

...Take a second out of your life to even pass a glance at me.

Forget mirrors, you can do it at Crimson.

Walk right up to me and just take a gander.

Do you know what you'll see?

It won't be pain or anguish, for I'm not that fortunate to have even that.

You'll look into my eyes and you'll see a void.

Darkness.

Nothingness.

Indifference.

You hate what you've become and blame the world around you.

You have no idea how far I'd go to feel something like that.

I've never been beautiful, Ni'.

Nevereverever.

Never been handsome or pretty or boyish; never have I been attractive in the slightest.

I'm empty.

Not once have I felt the emotion of true love.

Never have I even been able to feign such an emotion.

But you...

You've experienced it ALL.

You think it's bad losing something like your beauty, inner or outer?

Try never having it in the first place.

Always wanting it, never getting it.

You're a despicable human being - if you could even be called that - and you're loving every second of it.

More power to you.

But just try it.

For once try wrestling a man that's not afraid of you in the slightest.

Just try it.

Try squaring up to a man that by all rights can't tell right from wrong.

Just fucking try it.

You don't know how lucky you are to have experienced it all.

You won't know until it's far too late.

I've never been truly happy or truly depressed.

I've never felt pleasure, total and utter bliss.

I've never felt any real degree of pain.

See how far that psychotic, sadistic edge of yours gets you against a man that can't tell pain from pleasure.  

Try me, Necron.

Just try me.