Monster

I was full of foolish ideas when I joined the CIA. Reality quickly attached its electrodes and gave me a sobering jolt, but part of that dream remained. A dream of a man I thought I'd become. Since I couldn't become him, I created him.

Wanting to see him breathe and walk, I let Murdock put flesh on his bones, and saw him for what he really was. It felt like watching an actor play a beloved character and hating him so much that you can't even read the book again. Sullied.

So, I'm going to have to kill him.