If you want the Keymaker, follow me. [to man in washroom] Get out! I’m so sick of his bullshit. On and on, pompous prick. A long time ago, when we first came here, it was so different. He was so different. He was like you. I’ll give you what you want. But you have to give me something.
What?
A kiss.
Excuse me?
I want you to kiss me as if you were kissing her.
Why?
You love her. She loves you. It’s all over you both. A long time ago, I knew what that felt like. I want to remember it. I want to sample it. That’s all, just a sample.
Why don’t you sample this instead? [She holds up her gun to Persephone's head]
Trinity.
Such emotion over something so small. It’s just a kiss.
Why should we trust you?
If I don’t deliver you to the Keymaker, she can kill me.
All right.
But you have to make me believe I am her.
All right.
Terrible. Forget it.
Wait. Okay.
Ahh, yes. That’s it. I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last. Come with me.



