My father was gunned down in front of me when I was thirteen years old; I was sold into slavery, but I lived; I came out a drug addict, but I got clean; I’ve killed dangerous men, and I’ve watched people I love die in my arms.
“I can’t do it alone. I know it’s asking a lot, but I need you. I need your help one last time. We started this fight together. Just you and me. A lot has happened since then, but I know that this is how it’s supposed to end. It’s time to finish what we started.”
“We all wear masks. Everyone, everyday. Sometimes we wear them so much we forget who we really are. Sometimes, if we’re lucky, someone comes along and shows us who we really want to be; who we should be.”