When it all went down with "Kid" Flash and we were the most wanted, everyone said $%#@ the Rogues. So $%#@ Libra. $%#@ secret societies. We've been on the run for months with no help from any of 'em. And I hate running.
Call us bad guys, call us villains, call us whatever you like -- though I prefer "anti-heroes" myself. We may not be the ones you want marrying your daughter, but we have this to say for ourselves -- when everything goes to Hell -- we're the ones -- maybe the only ones -- that are certain to survive. Why, you ask? Because unlike the "good" guys, we're willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Honestly, I'd love nothing more than to put the whole thing out of my mind. Those weeks we spent trapped on that miserable Hellhole of a planet. But it keeps coming back to me -- the death and the tension and the waiting. So I let those thoughts run their course, and I experience it all over again for a few minutes like it's still happening. And then I get on with my life. Those in my profession don't get a lot of time for reflection. We're always moving forward. Always on to the next thing. We have to. It's what we know. We do what we have to do. We fight. And we survive.