Cross: Otso Berg. The big star of the Animi Training Program. Show me what you’ve got, you arrogant prick!

Berg: If you insist, Master Cross.

[Cross got owned]

Berg: I believe that my training will soon be complete. Wouldn’t you agree?

[Cross cackling]

Berg: What’s so funny?

Cross: I was wrong about you. You’re not arrogant, you’re just deeply fucking stupid.

Berg:

Oh?

Cross: Your body, your mind, they’re not yours anymore, you understand? All you have left are the voices.

Berg:

I don’t suffer from your condition. My Animus sessions were carefully–

Cross: No, no, no! My voices are ghosts. Dead. So they can only ever say the same things over and over and over and over. But the ones in your head will never die. And they own you now.

Berg:

I am the Order’s humble servant.

Cross: You’re not even a person anymore! You’re a tool, a weapon, a plaything!

Berg:

We’re done here.

[Berg saunters away]

Cross: And in their glorious New World Order, there won’t be any room for broken toys like us!

Daniel Cross

☼ 9 March 1974
† 14 December 2012