a.m.f

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Now, I don’t know what Charles put in your head, but I am not whatever it is you think I am, okay? I only met you, like, a week ago. You got your Rebecca, your Delilah, your blah, blah, blah, whatever. Everything you asked for, you’ve got it! And it is better this way. Because I suck at this. Bad shit happens to people I care about, you understand me?

Logan (2017) dir. James Mangold

8

She drew herself up with as much pride as she could muster. “I am an independent operator, scavanger of the metal lands, free of debt and beholden to no one. Least of all to a small-time trader named Plutt.

You are… you are…” The merchant tried to control himself. “You have nothing. You are nothing!

On the contrary,” she shot back, “I just told you who I am. As to what I have, that would be my freedom and my pride.

8

“Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes. Even between the land and the ship.”