"Ah…" Harland said. Vol expected him to grow sickened, but instead, his eyes lit up sharply, as though he'd just made some sort of connection. "That's why… With Penelope – you didn't get rid of her. She knew, yet she still followed you around."
Vol nodded. "Step one, I guess. Now look what the fuck I am. I don't even know it myself. I'm well aware that I appear a madman to you lot, shifting so swiftly – what kind of insane man does… But I've fricken figured it out, I tell you."
"You have?" Harland said, prodding him. A few of the men were leaning forward, as though they were about to uncover a grand secret.
"Aye – it's easy," Vol said. "I just need to stop thinking. I was figuring that for months, I needed to stop thinking – but it ain't what I thought it was. The game is different. I don't need to hide nothing. I don't need to pretend to be nothing. No one. There's not a man for miles around strong enough to stand against me for it."
