— I'm sorry. Who are you?
— I'm The Boss.
— I thought he was The Boss.
— Why? Do we look alike? So, Mr. Fisher, you were gonna tell me something?
— I don't know. You brought me here.
— Yes, I did, but back when you thought I was him.
— I never thought you were him, I thought he was you.
That whatever mistakes we make down here, the alternative would be ten times worse.
My reflection, dirty mirror,
There's no connection to myself.
I'm your lover, i'm your zero.
I'm the face in your dreams of glass.
So save your prayers
For, when you're really gonna need 'em.
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