What if changing the world was just about being here, by showing up no matter how many times we get told we don’t belong, by staying true even when we’re shamed into being false, by believing in ourselves even when we’re told we’re too different? And if we all held on to that, if we refuse to budge and fall in line, if we stood our ground for long enough, just maybe… The world can’t help but change around us.
What do you call someone who’s lost everyone? Mom, dad, sister, girlfriend, friends. A survivor? Or a walking time bomb? Elliot thinks the more he restricts everyone’s access, the less vulnerable he’ll be. But there’s a trade-off that he’s forgetting. If you block everyone, then what’s the point of being here? Of doing all this? Of existing?
We’re all told we don’t stand a chance, and yet we stand. We break, but we keep going, and that is not a flaw. That’s what makes us.[to Whiterose]
We staged the biggest coup in human civilization and the whole world volunteered to take part. Opted in, checked the box, and clicked, “I agree.”
We all have a purpose in this world, and it’s our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is.
They were so powerful, they wrote the laws to benefit themselves. They got away with everything because they banked on us, all of us, to trust the system. That was our vulnerability, and they took advantage of it.
They packaged a fight into product. Turned our dissent into intellectual property. Televising our revolution with commercial breaks. They backdoored into our minds and robbed our truth, refurbished the facts, then marked up the price. This is what they do. It’s what they’re good at. This is their greatest trick. Lobotomizing us into their virtual reality horror show.
There’s the cost of living and the cost of dying. Seems you’re paying the price whether you’re coming or going.
There it is. That sense of dread. It only happens when you cross a line you didn’t even know existed. Maybe that dread is a good thing. After all, when you realize you’ve crossed a line, that means you still had one. But when those crossed lines are all behind you, up ahead is only darkness.
There are some people out there… And it doesn’t happen a lot. It’s rare. But they refuse to let you hate them. In fact, they care about you in spite of it. And the really special ones, they’re relentless at it. Doesn’t matter what you do to them. They take it and care about you anyway. They don’t abandon you, no matter how many reasons you give them. No matter how much you’re practically begging them to leave. And you wanna know why? Because they feel something for me that I can’t… They love me.[to Whiterose]