Reading Hardballkid's journal

He knows your coming. He’s waiting for you out there. He’s an expert in counteraction and skilled in preparing ambushes. He’s got an instinct for disguise, and patience and fucking discipline and he’ll wait all day, if necessary. He’s counting on you to underestimate his toughness and spirit and the quality of his combativeness, and he wants you to think he’s stupid as hell when all the times he’s ingenious, devious little bastard who knows more about you than you know about him, or even yourself.

Don’t figure him to give you any breaks.
He won’t.
It’s hard for you to realize that someone hates you, but if that someone is anywhere, you’ll find him here. He demoralizes then kills with reflex action and he does it dirtily, viciously, but not cowardly.

You can rely on him to fight to the last.
And remember.
He’s tough and tricky and sneaky and treacherous.
He shows a sacrificial devotion to legacy.
He says and repeats, “If my arms are broken, I will kick him down. If my legs are injured, I will eat his flesh. If my mouth is jaw is aching, I will pierce the bastard with my glaring eyes!”

But right now, he is as scared as you.

Now are ye undeceived! Welcome, again, my children, to the communion of your race!