From the book of Deadshot: Vol. 1, #2, p1

[shadaloo]

"When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most direct way possible."

-Rollo May, Love and Will.

It's about damn time a comic gave me some words to really consider. Thank you, Jesus of the wrist-guns.