– Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception…. ..It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson, Why? Why do you persist?
– Because… I choose to…