- If I tell you, will you let met go?- You bet, partner. [...]- You promised!- Nope. I said "you bet." You did ... and you lost.

Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.

I always, always got to be the last man standing.

That's what everyone thinks--they think being a cop is about punishing people for doing wrong. But that's not true. You know it isn't. It's about believing in people, believing in the good. In the will of people to do what's right despite their own instincts.

Times moves differently down here in the dark. With no sunlight or shadows. No weather at all. There's no future, no right now. Nothing but your memory to keep you company. But they keep me so angry and weak. I can barely think straight. How long have I been locked up...wuuks? months? I don't even konow how I got to this place. There are times I don't even know who I am anymore.