You're right...about me, I mean. I knew something was...off. After the Patriots, I thought I could walk off the battlefield and into a normal life...but here I am, surrounded by death, arguing philosophy with terrorists. I told myself this was about justice, about protecting the weak...but I was wrong. I learned young that killing your enemies felt good. Really good. In America, my friends, my family...they helped me forget the devil inside...but who am I kidding? I was born to kill! The bit about my sword, that "means of justice" stuff? I guess I needed something to keep "the Ripper" in check when I was knee-deep in bodies... But you..all this...is a wake-up call to what I really believe...what I really am.
"Pain... This is why I fight.This is my normal. My nature."
"That nickname you love sooo much- wanna know how I got it? Actually, why don't I give you a demonstration? I think it's time for Jack... TO LET 'ER RIP!"
-Raiden/Jack The Ripper
