Confrontations and Conflicts
Stand still. Stay calm. Trust Morpheus. Trust Seraph. Trust the Oracle. Wait.
He keeps eating those damn olives.
Just trust. Trust that this will work out. Neo will be okay. He’s fine. He’s fine.
Actions, consequences, coincidences, for christ’s sake, stop with the babbling already.
Eyes of the Oracle, olives, her damn confident smile that she knows is grating on me and I know I like leather but at least I am actually dressed in it and he’s rattling the glass and that’s it.
I don’t have time for this shit.
Move fast as I can, punch, kick, punch, kick, I had a videogame like this when I was twelve, see the gun and watch it fall right into my hand and a thousand clicks as the barrel goes to the Frenchman’s head and his eyes dart about.
You wanna make a deal? How about this. You give me Neo, or we all die, right here, right now.
He still thinks I’m joking. He wants to believe this is a bluff. One more click.
And the slut’s babbling now. At least she’s right.
It’s a standoff and I love the look one his face, the resignation, the annoyance, when he realizes that there’s no way in heaven, hell, or the Matrix that I’m backing down.