In his own voice. Just like a freakin’ god.
“Along the streets that lead away from the apartment he can never see anything through the concrete and brick and neon but he knows that buried within it are grotesque, twisted souls …”
The point the author is making is not scientifically provable but we all know it’s true. How do we know? Call that characteristic “gut feeling” or “intuition” or many other concepts, but we just \
know. Don’t we?