People think I collect art. What I really collect are lives fixed in paint. A perfect moment capturing an entire existence, made immortal. A monster's fight to survive, and live to kill again. A mother willing to fracture her own soul to protect her child. Youth's struggle for innocence, despite life's cruelty. The double-edged lies needed to sustain a double-edged life. A wandering hero's pure joy at success, and his darkest hour, when all the world seems lost. All perfect moments, frozen in time. Alone, each tells a single story. Together, they can tell the future.
It was beautiful. And then some of my friends, they lost their way. They used their powers for personal gain and all the good that we'd done had amounted to nothing.
When my day of judgment comes, Nathan, I'll be remembered as a humanitarian. I care about the world, I just want to save it. To heal it. And for that, I need you.
We all have our roles to play in the events to come. You know, this isn't just a collection of art. This is a road map. These artists envisioned a brighter future. Peace. Prosperity.
I found this address in his wallet and I didn't know where else to go. I couldn't leave him. He's dead. He was killed. Murdered. He tried to save my life... I was in over my head.
