"Don't flatter yourself. I've got better taste than you." Damon's words came out through a sneer. "This isn't personal. It's just something I've got to do -- you understand." He pivoted and, with the same super speed, attempted to hurl Joshua across the room in the direction of the window panes. "In fact, this has nothing to do with you. You're just … unlucky, I guess. But, now …" He followed him to the other side of the room in a blur. "You've gotta die."