I will kill Eames, thought Arthur. I will kill him in exactly the same way as he killed me. It will be beautiful, it will be poetic, but most of all, it will be revenge.
I will kill Eames, thought Arthur. I will kill him in exactly the same way as he killed me. It will be beautiful, it will be poetic, but most of all, it will be revenge.
I sprinted through the forest to escape him.
I sprinted because I had a mother.
I sprinted because I had some importance.
I sprinted, because I had a reason to live.
But now? All that was snatche...