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You always knew.
"But I, being poor...
have only my dreams."
"I have spread my dreams under your feet.
"Tread softly...
because you tread on my dreams."
I assume you dream, Preston.
I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you.
We both know... they never go easy.
Then I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
You don't even know the meaning.
It's just a... vestigial word
for a feeling you've never felt.
Don't you see, Preston?
It's gone.
Everything that makes us what we are... traded away.
There's no war.
No ***.
What is it you think we do?
No.
You've been with me.
You've seen how it can be... the jealousy, the rage.
A heavy cost.
I'd pay it gladly.
Don't.