mien prisoner! you will write your mother. tell her how you will die now. you will write. how you die alone. write. enough. now you will beg for your life. i am the fucking protocol. beg! beg - for - your - life! silence. now i have a little fun. there are no rules in war. i shower in the blood of my victims -- don't shoot, please. no, really, not in the neck - wow man, this is a really beautiful scene and all, but i have to interrupt. why the fuck did you have to shoot that cap so close to my neck? you gave me a powder burn. well, what was that whole creepy death wish thing about? sometimes i get so caught up in the moment. inspired, wasn't it? admit it. you were scared.