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may i set the stage?

come, enter into my imagination and see him!

and all he reads oppresses him... fills him with indignation at man's murderous ways toward man.

he conceives the strangest project ever imagined... to become a knight-errant

hear me now oh thou bleak and unbearable world, thou art base and debauched as can be.

a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled, now hurls down his gauntlet.

my destiny calls and i go.

the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward.

onward to glory i go!

hear me, heathens and wizards and serpents of sin! all your dastardly doings are past.

for a holy endeavor is now to begin and virtue shall triumph at last!

one pair of arms is like another, Idon't know why or who's to blame.

it's all the same.

you'll prove to me before the night's out, you're all the same.

so do not talk to me of love, i'm not a fool with starry eyes.

just put your money in my hand, and you will get what money buys!

i dare not gaze full upon thy countenance lest i be blinded by beauty.

thou hast always been with me, though we have been always apart.

if i reach out to thee, do not tremble and shrink from the touch of my hand on thy hair.

let my fingers but see thou art warm and alive, and no phantom to fade in the air.

why does he march through that dream that he's in, covered with glory and rusty old tin?

why does he live in a world that can't be?

why does he give when it's natural to take? where does he see all the good he can see, and what does he want of me?

when worn by one of noble heart, it render him invulnerable to all wounds!

with so illustrious a past, too long hast thou been lost to glory.

to each a secret hiding place, where he can find the haunting face to light his secret flame.

I hope to add some measure of grace to the world.

the world's a dung heap and we are maggots that crawl on it!

what's in my heart will get me halfway to hell.

to dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow to run where the brave dare not go; to right the unrightable wrong.

to love, pure and chaste, from afar, to try, when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star!

to fight for the right without question or pause, to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!

and i know, if i'll only be true to this glorious quest, that my heart will lie peaceful and calm when i'm laid to my rest.

and the world will be better for this.

that one man, scorned and covered with scars, still strove, with his last ounce of courage.

hail knight, of the woeful countenance.

oh my brave cavalier, ride onward to glorious strife.

go and fight for the right, and battle all villains that be.

take the clouds from your eyes and see me as i really am!

you have shown me the sky, but what good is the sky to a creature who'll never do better than crawl?

of all the cruel bastards who've badgered and battered me, you are the cruelest of all!

can't you see what your gentle insanities do to me?

so please torture me now with your sweet nothings no more!

i'm confused by shadows. it is possible i knew you once, but i do not remember.

not well? what is sickness to the body of a knight-errant?

you should've seen it. the way it shone, like it could burn the air itself.

so many things blur together now. half the time, I don't know if I'm remembering ... or making shit up.

there's not a piece of it that's still original.

we live in hell, my darlings, and the flames of damnation lick at our skin.

you'll miss the show if you keep trying to burn that man alive with your eyes.

can we have one romantic night without starting an incident?

we haven't called anywhere home in a long time.

we should get out of here. i want to commit a crime.

this is not the crime I thought you had in mind.

I dare say this is the loveliest crime we have ever committed.

everywhere we go, there you are. the same violence. the same cruelty. always hate at the edge of the light.

who am I to make this choice? to say this branch will stay, that one will go.

a beautiful blossom might have come from this unlovely twig.

mercy is not reserved for those who deserve it.

this tree is not for me to tend any longer, if it ever was.

something gnaws at me. like a string that has been plucked.

in any event, I am compelled here, though I'm unsure why.

the strange life we lead must have a purpose.

these strings always pull us to where we must be.

is each pluck of the string another note in a symphony?

the conductor of the symphony just may not be very good at his job.

send this son of a bitch back to hell!

you want to dig a hole for yourself? it's your funeral.

i'll order you both to cut the shit first.

I won't watch as the world turns your honor, your bravery, your compassion into something ugly.

i need to go look at beautiful things for a while. find the magic.

when a man takes an oath, he pledges himself before God to a higher standard than his petty preferences.

a mistake can be forgiven. a repudiation cannot be.

beautiful things don't always carry us good places.

so better our time together run out in sweetness and silence, rather than thunder and blood. like it began.

blood in only begets blood out.

all that's left is thunder ... and blood ... and silence.

they didn't even have the shame to hide what they'd done.

all that's left is the hate and rage that destroyed this place.

how do you make a ghost town? first you take a town ... and fill it with ghosts.

I am lost without you, unable to find my way in a landscape of dying bodies and rivers of flowing blood.

the world makes no sense. up is down. day is night.

today I saw the sun rise in the west, mocking me for having lost my way amidst this death and carnage. without your love as my compass, the path before me is uncertain.

oh, that I could take shelter from this storm in your arms, where the only thunder I hear is the thunder of your heart.

God has passed judgement on you, and I am the instrument of your damnation.

you will be denied entry into heaven, but be welcomed in the pits of hell, and Satan will know that I have sent you.

until that time, I will persevere in this world that mocks us both ... a world where every day without you is a day I die.

my love, I am weary and in need of rest.

the nightmares that haunt my sleep jave taken to dancing before my open eyes.

she's not a man! she's a demon from hell!

since when have you stuck to a timetable?

you know I love you, but so help me, if you say another world before I've had coffee I will cut your throat. then I'll do it again.

you couldn't work those.

don't want the squad blowing in thinking we need a rescue

you see all this? jackpot.

do whatever you do to things like that. get the film or whatever. destroy it.

what you think you saw and what you saw, not the same thing.

she was smart. fearless. a fucking pit viper in a fight. never saw anyone quicker than her.

that much time together, you move past love and hate. you've got something else.

they discovered they couldn't die because they couldn't keep the other one dead.

either I'm getting slow, or the world is moving too fast.

everything happens for a reason. if a thousand years hasn't taught me that, I've learned nothing.

everyone thought you were dead, right?

you going to behave or do I have to shoot you again?

he better not be dead. I will be seriously pissed off if he's dead.

when the world was bigger, it was easier to avoid suspicion. then it got a whole lot fucking smaller.

you are a child. and your mocking is thus infantile.

his very thoughts make music of the mundane.

what happens when your employer's frustration inevitably outmatches his greed?

keeping in touch with your family risks exposing all of us.

they will ask you to share it with them. they will curse your name. they will beg, they will implore, and won't believe when you say you cannot help them.

in desperation, they will do things to forever taint your memory of them, and they will still die. and you will never forget what they became before they did.

time takes everything. time always wins. time is a motherfucker.

he made me feel alive again. he made me want to live again.

all you really need to know about me is that I'm very wealthy, and I got that way by being smart — and more importantly — ruthless.

I count my years in millennia. I speak almost every language on the planet and dozens that no one has heard in centuries.

there's hardly a weapon I can't use. I've forgotten more ways to kill a man than entire armies will ever learn.

I've gotten drunk on every continent, I've experienced it all, I have learned from it all.

and despite, or maybe because, of all that, I can lie to myself with the best of them.

any fall long enough that you can think about the fact you're still falling, is by definition, too far.

don't you fucking use my name, ____!

I owe you? you're pointing a fucking gun at me!

the thing about battle; it makes things easy. you don't worry about right or wrong. you don't get the luxury. you don't get the time.

we can try to atone, try to make it right — or we can ignore who's looking back at us in the mirror.

i was hoping we could avoid this, but you are leaving me little by way of choice.

so you have said, but I believe you are lying.

i know what you're thinking. that eventually you'll drown a final time, you'll be dead, and you'll stay that way.

I am nothing like you.

you stay silent when I want you to talk, and talk when I want your silence.

it's been a long time.

the ocean keeps its dead. imagine what it does to those it cannot kill.

went for the dramatic entrance. couldn't resist.

look at you. you haven't aged a day.

can you embrace the pain yet?

say it again. I've missed hearing you say please.

you never forget the first time you died.

you live as long as I have, you see people at their worst. maybe you've done some of that worst yourself.

we gave those reasons names. called them gods and spirits. I was one, for a while.

the only thing that remained constant, was that I was alone.

I thought she was lost to me. maybe she still is.

how about "I'm sorry I left you for dead?" no? too on the nose?

did you pray, ___? sincerely and with all your heart?

that's even more dangerous than faith. at your age you should know better. it's all hopeless.

is that how you've gotten through the centuries since we parted? telling yourself that over and over again?

what have they accomplished that can give you hope?

just as you have been punished, the price for your sin, just as I had to pay the price for mine.

but you've refused to be a devil. that is what we are, my heart. our purpose is to make them suffer.

the more things change, the more they stay the same.

deny it, and you will suffer as I have suffered.

I wish I could be happy that you're standing here, but the woman I loved died under the water.

there's nothing more to say. so I'll have to show you instead.

for someone who spent centuries drowning, she seems unreasonably fascinated by water.

suffering in the past doesn't justify the torment of another in the future.

that's what this curse of immortality has made me. it's given me seven millennia to practice. I'm a goddamn god of war.

they change the name and pretend it's a different problem.

I don't want to fight it anymore.

it all catches up with you in the end.

there are dating apps now? wow. guess being rebellious has its quirks.

just because i want to kiss her doesn't mean i want to kill all of you.

i looked hot covered in blood. your loss.

you were covered in blood and basically nude.

maybe when you stop trying to get people to feel bad for you, you can get a real girlfriend.

wow, a presentation. revolutionary.

he both learned and unlearned what empathy was on an acid trip.

what's better than revealing all the authentic parts of ourselves to a therapist who was going to call us crazy for dating anyway?

i'm touched that i'm the only dead person you're talking to.

i figured a blood sacrifice would make your writing stronger.

i don't believe in credible sources.

has anyone ever tried to make a fur coat out of you?

so asking you out proves i don't have rabies?

do you think they have puppy training classes for hellhounds?

we’re making a podcast to combat all those republican conspiracy podcasts

bad movie adaptations of books aren’t a good reason to text your ex.

that's not a resolution. that's delusion.

you’re like an anti triple threat.

i’m not having a drowning at my wedding. that’s just… bad energy.

can you stop being a bitch and just date me?

it’s my new year’s party not your depressing apartment crying sessions.

you're worried about not being my only enemy?

you started trying to eat the cup but i told you microplastics are bad for your health.

we're girlfriends in spirit.

what do you mean, "aura."

also manifesting that you get a new wardrobe but i only get one miracle a year so.

your street cred is affected by me staying at your house?

stop looking at weird birds and come inside and flirt with me.

the weird birds are probably one of the few things keeping me sane.

girls who stab each other stay together.

practicality is the enemy of cuteness.

so what? you think she just... became a demon halfway through her life? give me a break.

do we really need an article on my date?

your hot girlfriend with a toxic ex basically is securing me my Pulitzer.

didn't see explaining emojis as a priority while we were on the run.

they're roommates! that's one step away from being engaged!

i'd leave an unattended fire in your apartment, probably.

prairie oysters and cigarettes don’t count as breakfast btw.

I would eat a roach if you didn’t tell me not to.

i’m going to go fight god in a denny’s parking lot.

you might want to learn how to indicate interest in a girl other than murdering another person.

it's basically like the last one except that the devil is now a shark.

this is worse than anything andrew lloyd webber could've come up with.

I have a PhD in spirit.

i don't care what they say.

showed you my river spot, i don't know what i thought.

you cannot sense what i sense.

feelings time forgot.

in my lover's room, i'm free.

she means no harm.

i'll only take a lover if she walks all over me.

somehow all i got was greed.

i still hear the willows sway.

i still know how spirits talk.

i drink ale when God made wine.

i see the warnings, but i'll never heed.

our strange domination got no explanation.

it's shadows just congregating.

so act on temptation and live by sensation.

this is the reason you came to creation.

come join the game.

a bare chested dame who goes by no name.

their arsenal's empty, all they got is shame.

same old energy, history repeats.

they fear what they don't know.

you've burned this way before.

no matter the good you did, you'll wind up at the stake.

she's a highway wreck but you can't look away.

might haunt you for days and yet your eyes stay.

i could name the date in which they'll put you in the ground.

there are some things you'll never understand.

what i wouldn't give to empty you into my sink.

you're all mistaken.

i wasn't taken, i chose to leave.

i packed my own bag and found my own way into the underground.

death is a very stable job.

i danced with his shadows and he has danced with mine.

the sacred blood we spilled has dried.

there's no-one in this town left that could hold me.

already packed my bags, could leave today.

i've long ago denounced that wretched word.

surely at this time let me at your side.

the battlefield is no place for a lady - so no-one would expect to see you there.

we all deserve to die.

i will have vengeance.

i will have salvation.

welcome to the grave.

now don't be shy.

and my ___ lies in ashes!

i'm alive at last, and i'm full of joy!

the work waits!

later, when it's dark, we'll take them to some secret place and bury them.

what are we going to do about them?

seems a downright shame.

seems an awful waste.

without you all these years i'll never know.

for what's the sound of the world out there?

these are desperate times, and desperate measures are called for.

everybody goes down where we fear.

business couldn't be better.

i still have reason to rejoice, the way ahead is clear.

it's always morning in my head.

smell that air, city on fire!

i'll think of you until the day i die.

you know what i'd like to do, if the business stays as good?

by the sea, that's the life i covet.

anything you say.

but a seaside wedding could be devised.

nothing's gonna harm you, not while i'm around.

demons'll charm you with a smile.

what is this foolishness?

show me something i can overcome.

i would never hide a thing from you.

it's the end of the world!

that's what you promised.

there's no safety for you in the street.

favor me with your glance.

soon we'll sail the world and see its wonders.

have all the demons of hell come to torment me?

you knew they lived!

would you have wanted to know that was all that was left?

i'd be twice the wife she was!

favor me with your glance.

promise not to retreat to the darkness.

i was half convinced i'd waken.

do they think walls can hide you?

may i have your attention please?

you need never again have a worry or care.

you are about to see something that rose from the dead.

don't distress yourself.

hush. think it through.

always brooding away on your wrongs.

half the fun is to plan the plan.

they mean to marry me.

what shall i do? i'd rather die.

i have a plan. kiss me.

i think i heard a noise.

i'll die of grief.

what can we do with time so brief?

if you'd only listen.

i know i'd be with you one day, even not knowing who you were.

i fear you'd never come, that you'd be called away.

favor me with your hand.

we best not wait.

it's the only thing my mother gave me.

it doesn't matter that i still don't know your name.

that's what i'll do, no matter what.

i had them and then they busted in!

their throat was there beneath my had.

their throat was there and he'll never come again.

hush, love, hush.

who never thereafter were heard of again.

they trod a path that few have trod.

and what if none of their souls were saved?

freely flow the blood of those who moralize

quick and quiet and clean they were.

he wouldn't want us to give it away.

i have sailed the world, beheld its wonders.

there's no place like ___.

i feel home again.

you are young, life has been kind to you.

it is here we go our separate ways.

hey, don't i know you?

off with you, off i say!

there's no need to fear the likes of them.

there's nothing but to wait.

that was so many years go.

now leave me, i beg of you.

there's somewhere i must go, something i must find out.

you gave me such a fright, i thought you was a ghost.

what's your rush, what's your hurry?

i haven't seen a customer for weeks.

you'd think i had the plague from the way the people keep avoiding me.

heaven knows i try.

no denying times are hard.

no-one would have mercy on them.

you've been locked out of sight all these years.

i've come home to find you waiting.

always had a fondness for you, i did.

you can move in here.

soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed.

they never forgot and they never forgave.

how is it you sing?

outside the sky waits, beckoning.

how can you remain, staring at the rain?

whence comes this melody, constantly flowing?

is it rejoicing or merely halloing?

are you discussing, or fussing, or simply dreaming?

are you crowing, or are you screaming?

have you decided it's safer in cages, singing when you're told?

my cage has many rooms, damask and dark.

nothing there sings.

teach me to sing.

they're a real piece of work.

do we ever get any days off?

you're such a millennial.

they couldn't help, for obvious reasons.

they're supposed to follow us, not catch us.

not in at least a century.

i always go first.

do i need to remind you that you're not immortal?

let's give these guys a run.

CIA never taught them how to count.

can we just, you know, do this?

i've been here before, over and over again.

is this it? will this time be the one?

each time the same answer. and i'm just so damn tired of it.

that couldn't have been cheap.

we don't do repeats. you know that.

admit it. you missed us.

it's a job. we can do some good.

some good means nothing.

i don't know about this. we're not helping.

they reached out to me and i'm reaching out to you.

your team's the best we've ever seen.

you can name your price.

we'll invoice you when it's done.

everyone still with me?

we've been set up.

we did it for the right reasons.

we've done nothing.

the world isn't getting any better, it's getting worse.

we have to tie this thing off.

the world can burn for all i care.

look at all this shit. it's jackpot.

stay with me. just look at me.

not another one. not now.

we're the ones who are exposed.

you can't tell me you don't remember what it was like.

they're more alone than they've been in their entire life.

that makes them a beacon straight to us.

i'll handle the retrieval.

i know i saw them die.

adrenaline was flying everyone was seeing shit they didn't.

a little blood can look like a lot.

you'd rather we sent them home in a body bag?

so let's see the trophy.

there was an unanticipated amount of carnage.

these are extraordinary individuals. they are extremely resistant to capture.

why does it have to be so goddamn slow the first couple of times?

Spiked pit. Classic.

And I bet . . .

There it is. Certain death.

A nice holiday in ___ they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Just a small stop-off for treasure.

You're always looking for treasure to be more exciting than it is.

When that's the choice, you better damn well survive.

What country are you in now?

I'm not asking for you to be the person you were before all of that.

You can't rebuild yourself by running away.

Someone had to watch things while you were God knows where. I nominated myself.

You ducking out early? Faux pas, stay a while.

You know, sometimes I swear. It's like talking to a brick wall.

So you're just gonna leave me alone in this spooky-ass dark mansion?

It's not spooky, it's Jacobean. Except for all the ghosts.

You look tired.

I always find shrines less cozy when they're empty.

It's careless for people like us to have confidants.

Don't like when you act all mysterious.

If you're here to take something, I can assure you our security is much better this time.

Why can't the world ever just end in cupcakes and unicorn rides?

It's a while. Unit of measurement is deliberately vague.

You mean stealing from me or trying to kill me?

In no way is that accurate.

Pity. I'd hoped you'd be angry.

Power on its own is not evil.

So you're just a misunderstood hero.

If you were hunted down like a dog, what would you really want?

And how many did you destroy in your process?

Now my gut slash boundless genuis and expertise tells me that's a top grade safe.

Oh, we're just going for it.

You do know that breaking into the home of an agent is a serious crime, right?

Like "ripped your heart out that's why you're closed off" kind of complicated?

this thing is lucky to be afloat .

i don't think we're alone .

it's been abandoned for a while .

no signs of life , but i feel like something's here .

this explains our missing crew .

you're trying to get to know the real me?

i think being here distorts your moral compass .

don't jinx us now , __ . your bad predictions tend to come true .

straight into the depths of hell .

sure , we've been through hell before . it's nothing new for us .

we could lose crucial evidence .

all hell's about to break loose .

trust is built through action , not words .

finding a ship at sea is like finding a needle in a haystack .

nothing will change until you get your hands dirty .

this was one wake-up call which was long overdue .

let the heavens scorch the earth with justice .

everyone , you have your orders . move into position .

it looks like my mistakes are about to be remedied .

i do hope you understand the gravity of my making a personal appearance .

your destiny is in my hands .

another day , another dollar .