"You know more than I expected. But let me reiterate..."
"Those of faith need not know what they have faith in. They need only believe." Victor von Doom's dark green cloak billowed in the freezing wind blowing down from Norway's snow-covered mountains. He had insisted on accompanying Salomon, claiming it was to prevent Salomon from making a mistake that would delay Latveria's liberation. "The Holy Marks are precisely such a vessel. Did you think I did not know about Father Morlu's Mass experiments in that monastery in the Alps? Did you think I did not know about your experiments on the Spirit of Vengeance?" he said. "I know who you are. The Venerable One kept extraordinarily detailed records and speculations regarding your birth."
"That wasn't me, Victor. I'm human, not some object of other people's Adoration."
"I do not deny that. But you understand that your power far surpasses humanity's. You may be... the final stage of human evolution, perhaps even the ultimate form of all life in the universe, the most perfect product of the Celestial race's genetic engineering. Otherwise, why would the Venerable One have gone to such lengths to take you in?" Victor von Doom shrugged. "You are the finest Arcanist in Kamar-Taj's history, as well as a master combatant. I watched you train with Mordo. Since you were ten, you had been holding back at every turn to avoid hurting his fragile self-esteem. You act like a god. That is why so many are willing to follow you—their minds are too fragile, and they need something to lean on. And now, you have entered the doom of another god. You are that doom."
"This is where we differ. I have always been attached to my identity as a human, rather than anything else." Salomon stood atop