[As I do so, the poster disappears.]

Strange.

...I'm sure it's nothing. 

[I continue my journey down the winding streets of filthy, miserable Apokolips.]

[The parademons rip a wailing baby away from its silent mother.]

[I look away.]

I don't know why I'm here.

I barely escaped the first time.

Why did I come back?

The truths of myself are not worth uncovering, 

if this is what I must see to discover them.