“I’ve never felt so good.” […]
Now, what I didn’t say was that killing Steelheart had left me wondering what to do next. The sudden and abrupt removal of my all-consuming goal … well, it was like I was a donut, and somebody had sucked all the jelly out of me. But I could stuff new jelly in there. It would just get my hands a little sticky in the process.
I’d moved on to killing other Epics […] Which had its own problems. I’d interacted with Epics, even fallen for one. I couldn’t see them uniformly as monsters any longer.

I’ve seen Steelheart bleed.
It happened ten years ago; I was eight. My father and I were at the First Union Bank on Adams Street. […]
There, on Steelheart’s cheek just below his eye, was a line of blood. […]
(His) eyes went wide, and he raised his hand before him, looking at his own blood. He seemed completely astounded.