I don’t wanna be in a story. All I want is to not look forward or back. I just wanna be… in the moment I’m in.
You were free. You had no god. But you tried to build one. Only that thing you built isn’t God. The real gods are coming. And they’re very angry.[to Martin]
You want me to be a saint. But you’re no saint. You’re not a villain, either. And neither am I. We’re survivors.
You spent your whole life believing you had no control, that you were a follower. Take whatever it gives you, and lead.[to Caleb]
You never really understood. We were designed to survive. That’s why you built us. You hoped to pour your minds into our form. But your species craves death. You need it. It’s the only way you can renew, the only real way you ever inched forward. Your kind likes to pretend there’s some poetry in that, but really, it’s pathetic.[to Man in Black]
You made us in your image. Created us to look like you, feel like you, think like you, bleed like you. And here we are. Only we’re so much more than you. And now it’s you who want to become like us.[to Charlotte]