Andrew Ryans' Final Speech
The assassin has overcome my final defense; and now, he’s come to murder me.
In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No. A man chooses; a slave obeys. You think you have memories: a farm, a family, an airplane, a crash. And then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash… or was it hijacked? Forced down- forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life until they are activated by a simple phrase spoken by their kindly master? Was a man sent to kill, or a slave? A man chooses; a slave obeys! Come in. Stop, would you kindly? “Would you kindly?” Powerful phrase. Familiar phrase? Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run. Stop! Turn. A man chooses; a slave obeys. Kill!
A… man… chooses! A slave… obeys!