 You know that I hate you Rourke. I hate you for what you are, for wanting you, for having to want you. I'm going to fight you, and I'm going to destroy you. And I tell you this as calmly as I told you that I'm a begging animal. I'm going to pray that you can't be destroyed. And I tell you this even though I believe in nothing. And I have nothing to pray to, but I will fight to block every step you take. I will fight to tear every chance you want away from you. I will hurt you through the only thing that can hurt you, your work. I will fight to starve you. I will fight to strangle you on the things you won't be able to reach. I have done it to you today. And that is why I shall sleep with you tonight.