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When the Great Library burned, the first ten thousand years of stories were reduced to ash. But those stories never really perished. They became a new story, the story of the fire itself, of man’s urge to take a thing of beauty and strike the match.

My primary drive was to maintain the honor of my tribe. I gave myself a new tribe - to spread the truth, that there isn’t one world, but many, and that we live in the wrong one.

Take my heart when you go. Take mine in its place.

WESTWORLD S2E8: KIKSUYA That was the moment I saw beyond myself. My pain was selfish, because it was never only mine. For every body in this place, there was someone who mourned their loss, even if they didn’t know why.

WESTWORLD S2E10: THE PASSENGER You told me once that you were afraid of who I might become, and then you left me to become what I may. I became a survivor. Perhaps you would have judged me for the path I took, but I’d rather live with your judgment than die with your sympathy. I alone must live with my choices...and my regrets.