[Naked and shouting insults at the moon. Now there's a thought.

He lets Stede ramble and talk himself through whatever he's working on, as Ed chooses instead to work on making sure they don't tangle up their feet and fall over or walk into something.]

Suppose you could. Jim doesn't need to wear anything fancy to stick a knife through somebody. ...They've got a nice hat, though. Never really been a hat guy myself--it doesn't go with the hair--too much hair, really.

Point is, I think you're downplaying the massive aggression. Turn someone's fears against them and you own them, remember? You exposed them and all their flaws--and they went batshit. So what if they destroyed themselves--you lit the fuse. You were deadly, man. You were powerful.

You are powerful.