“I told you to let me handle this and look how it ended up. Shut up. You lost. Shut up. Lost your composure. Shut up. Lost your nerve. I said shut up. And lost the match. I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
[Locke kicks the puzzle box away from him and watches it crash against the wall, unscathed from the attack.]
I may have lost but nobody said that the road would be this easy. We walk the path as defeated men until we are healed. Until the light of the lord touches us. This was a mere set back A cluster fuck but we stare down this road again, unbent, unbowed, unbroken.
[Lockes face is bleeding. He takes the box and smears blood over it]
In literature, man wants to be the lone survivor. The man that walks the path alone, the man that drifts from place to place with nothing to lose and a reputation to uphold Sounds like you but this is not a world where The Gunslinger walks away from the shoot out without blood being drawn. You aren’t immortal Roland, not special Neither are you and here you stare down a different type of barrel. You lay out bullets one by one in your gun but you miscounted one bullet, the one marked with your name. I promise you like the light of the lord, you wont out run this.
[Locke smiles]
Perhaps you will be too occupied with Ayame. Maybe you both will be too occupied with each other after last week. How do you bounce back from defeat Ayame? Ask yourself that Do you move on and let the past go? Or do you let the taste of defeat sour your ambitions and lead you to vengeance. If thats the case, you may just take his gun and point it straight at yourself. Vengeance is the answer Dont worry about trying to cleanse me, I neither need nor want your false act of salvation. Salvation comes from the almighty and he walks with me Not me.
[His face grimaces]
I say your name with utter distate, Mighty.. Meaty. A walking embodiment of sin. Greed and Gluttony personified into one clown act. You think this is all just one big circus, all fun and games It is..lighten up, pardon the pun Lightbringer You disgust me. I shall take great joy in striking you down, a giant fallen like Goliath himself only I wont be using a slingshot to take you out!
I dont need tools to do my bidding Hmm whats in the box unlike you Anton. I dont need a well crafted knife to unravel secrets of those in front of me, why would I when I have the grace of the Lord walking with me? Bread and Wine was sufficient for Him, he never needed the culinary arts to impress his flock. You are hiding behind this facade and it does nothing but leave a bad taste in my mouth. You are the Apple of Eden, poisonous and full of misgivings, that will change when you look into my eyes and beg me to save you and take you into salvation!