Who are we, who have been so blessed to share our stories like this? To speak across centuries? Maybe you will answer all the questions I have asked. Maybe you will be the one to make all this suffering worth something in the end.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Nate: The map proves it, Drake sailed straight through and headed to Arabia. Sully: Great, but what for? Nate: The legend crops up over and over. Ubar, Iram of the Pillars. Sully: City of immeasurable wealth. Destroyed by God for it’s arrogance. Nate: The Atlantis of the Sands. Sully: Small problem — the Rub’ al Khali desert is six hundred miles across. …I like the ‘immeasurable wealth’ part, anyway.
I remember my first audition for the first Uncharted with Emily, and I remember there was that big open space - it looked like a ballet studio - and there was just a chair. They’re like, “Okay, you have to get to Elena and jump”, and I just remember running and jumping and diving and sliding behind that thing. Thinking, “I’m either going to make a complete ass of myself, or I’m gonna get this, or both”.