“As I stood in the Mortuary and found myself assaulted by the souls of the past, I learned something, something important.”
“See, Arcadia is filled with endless souls and stories, all of them leaving their mark on not just the people within these walls, but on the levels themselves.”
“Everyone has someone who meant everything to them, that changed them permanently. Be it for the better or for the worst, the dead have a hold on everything we are, everything we’ve become.”
“And sometimes, you need to recognize when the screams of the past are stopping you from moving forwards into the future.”
“Be it your mentor, your daughter, or someone you simply failed to protect. No matter the case, no matter how many tears you shed, you need to know that they’re gone. You can’t help them.”
“And until you realize you can’t help them?”
“You won’t be able to help yourself.”
“Narcissa, Colt, Harold? We were trapped in those halls together weren’t we? I saw first hand the fear and anguish in your eyes, I felt it myself. But at the end of the night? I was the first one to knock off the shackles of fear and failure, I helped lead the strike against Tombstone because I realized something.”
“What’s been buried needs to stay buried.”
“Harold, I respect you, but I’ve seen first hand just how much of a grip your daughter’s demise has on you. It’s wrapped tightly around your throat and dragging you down into the dirt. Even dead she has a hold over everything you do.”
“And Narcissa… The young girl that haunted your mind, I know for certain it weighs heavy on you. She was so young, you couldn’t have done anything to help her, and I know you’ll never be able to fully let her go.”
“But until you do, you’ll be unable to lead this rebellion you seem so hellbent on starting.”
“The only one among you who isn’t haunted by the past, Colt, simply wants to dig it up. With your camera in hand you’re searching for every hint of a story and won’t stop at anything to get it. Keep looking for trouble, Ramsey, and you’re sure to find it.”
“While you all stare down into the grave, I have a shovel in hand and I’m getting ready to bury the past like it deserves to be.”
“At Olympus, I’m flanked by two men who deal in death, who deal in burying the past deep beneath the dirt.”
“I don’t feel good about it, but if you can’t get out of the graves of the past then I’ll have to bury you along with it.”
“Put you six feet under.”
“And once you’ve been put under? There’s no coming back, no crawling out from beneath the weight of your despair.”
“Three bodies buried by the long arm of The Law.”
“And no one, be it Journo, Goddess, or Ghost, is above The Law.”