Do you think life is sum of choices?
You do something and I react. You do it often enough, my reaction changes. Those choices define who we are.
No? Who we are is not about choices? Or will you call it fate? You’re who you are, I am what I am, and the game only ends one way.
I pity you. Nothing you are is true.
I have to live with the fact that the woman I loved would rather fuck around with some guy who has a wife and daughter than give me a chance to hold her hands.
You have to live with the fact that you left an honest man to DIE.