It wasn't about revenge, it was about justice... it was about honor and obligation. You didn't leave a man behind, and you didn't let someone take him down without paying the price. That was the world that Lynch and I had lived in, that was the only thing I knew... I was sorry for the kid, and what he had lost... but it wasn't going to stop me from finding out the truth.
Later, there's just darkness. The kind that usually comes at the end, I guess. After hindsight has made everything clear... All the mistakes I've made, the things I've overlooked... all the bitter disappointments of this godforsaken shithole of a world. It's like waking up from an alcoholic blackout... and discovering that the girl on the next pillow is actually a pre-op trannie... And that moment somehow represents everything you ever believed about reality. But, of course, by then it's too late... Because you've realized the truth about life right at the end... and all you can do is wait for the final blow.
From where I'm standing, nature boy, you're in no position to be ordering us around. Looks to me like you're more animal than man. And you know what happens to animals who're bred to fight. THEY GET PUT DOWN!''
There's a strong possibility that we may not come back from this thing in one piece. I know that's one thing in one piece. I know that's one helluva cliched thing to say, but in this instance, I think it's appropriate. After all, there's only one thing that justifies that kind of cliche... we're going to war.
I'll bet I know what you're thinking...you're thinking "If I point a gun at this crippled prick's head, he'll back off and I can go back to my boring little life." Sorry. It doesn't work that way. I'm in a jam and you're my quickest way out of it.