Trinity doesn’t exist. He’s a figment. A cipher. Jabberwocky. And who am I? Who the hell am I?
I’m sorry, you didn’t make it, Mr. Ash.
-I knew this was some kind of trap.
-There’s a difference between a trap and a test. I’m here to save you.
-What just happened?
-Mr. Ash, dream of having an eye exam lately?
-Yeah, how’d you know?
-You’ve stepped to the edge of the looking glass.
-That means I wasn’t dreaming.
