*Lecter raises an eyebrow slightly*
Lecter: You want to walk into the arms of Hell. Braver than most, even some Devil Hunters. The old bastard will have made himself a tear somewhere, a makeshift Tem-Ni-Gru, if you will, but backwards. Get through that, and we'll be at his doorstep.

*Finnick's smile widens*
Finnick: Displacement, illusion, primal, elemental, telekinetics, tectonics, just to name a few. And I do jobs, but for what, how much, and why are questions that come with them.