"Human courage might be the greatest proof of being human."
Watching Heisenberg keep shaking his head slightly, Rorschach spat out blood and continued.
"Look, you're incredibly strong. I simply can't judge how strong you are—cough, cough, pfft—to what... extent!
But that shouldn't be a reason for me to stop struggling.
Your body has placed you far above ordinary humans, but I want to understand your soul.
I want to know what you intend to do, so I have to know exactly where you place yourself!
Do you believe yourself above humanity, and thus keep your distance from them?
Or...
Or did you appear before me precisely because you wanted to use your far greater standing to decide how humanity should be dealt with?"
Having said that, Rorschach painfully rolled over and lay spread-eagled in the rain.
The filthy rainwater made him look somewhat cleaner.
Only because the blood covering him made him look far filthier than the rain ever could.
He struggled to breathe until he finally recovered a little strength.
Then he tilted his head slightly.
The movement clearly compressed his neck. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and because he was lying down, some blood flowed back into his throat, making him choke on it as expected.
"Cough, cough, cough... urk, cough, cough, pfft..."
Hearing Rorschach's labored coughing, Heisenberg sighed and dropped to one knee beside him.
It was both a gesture of respect and a necessary position for treating Rorschach.
Gently helping Rorschach up, Heisenberg found him incredibly thin, yet he could feel that what tightly wrapped around his bones was not miserable flesh, but perfect muscle overflowing with countless positive emotions.
Still, no matter how perfect it was, he was far too weak.
Lightly patting Rorschach's back, Heisenberg asked,
"Don't rush to talk. We still