They're from the first city I went to after I decided to take over the world.

[It's a complicated memory, one he's mostly at peace with. He flicks one of the towering spindly monuments as they pass, a brisk rap, resonances and windchill working on the brittleness of the steel, and after a few seconds, the whole thing shrieks mournfully, shudders and crumbles into metal dust and broken glass, in a sad scatter that just manages to miss them completely. Dillon scoots on before he can rebuild it in spite of himself.]

You don't think Hannibal deserved what I did do to him, though.