A pity you're dead, Jack Knight... that you cannot see what I've found. I wonder if... if you had lived, could you have been that which your father and brother never were. The champion this city has deserved and been denied these many years.
It was too much of a task for one man. Even one armed with the power of suns. Luckily Ted Knight had realized this. No one knew it at the time, of course, but Ted had been a true hero then. For the sake of his city, He'd swallowed his pride. And he'd picked up the phone. And made some calls.
I was not alone. My powers. My cursed, foul, fierce, dark, dire, wonderful powers had been as an affliction to me. Separating me from Man. Making me hate Man for his normalcy and resent him and despise and disdain him. My heart was as black as my shadow by this time. But now... now I was no longer alone. There were others afflicted as me. And one... one I chose.