>> SAM: You've stood in the way of what I've wanted for so long!
Not anymore. Now you have no choice!
>> ARTHUR: Special guests always mean bad things for players.
>> SHANE: The King is a kid?
>> SAM: Let me explain.
We know you stole the Eleventh Eye.
My Legionnaires have this clearing surrounded.
If you don't give me the orb, they will kill you and every living soul who've helped you
evade capture.
>> WILL: So, we're completely fucked.
>> SHANE: If they have us surrounded, we can't escape!
>> SAM: Of course, if you hand over the Eleventh Eye, then I'll merely throw you in my dungeon.
Who knows? With good behaviour, maybe you'll be out in two hundred years.
>> SHANE: Corillia, if you have a plan, we really need it now.
>> BRITTANY: We'll make our last stand here.
>> WILL: Well, that's one way to go.
>> SAM: I'm waiting.
>> SHANE: Prepare to wait a little longer!
>> BRITTANY: We'll never hand over this artifact back to the forces of evil, your Majesty.
We'll die to defend it!
>> SAM: All right. Kill them all.
>> ARTHUR: No!
>> SAM: That's it! Bring it here!
>> BRITTANY: Noctus, what are you doing?!
>> SHANE: He's gone mad!
>> WILL: No, he's gone stupid. Noctus, don't give the Eleventh Eye to that goddamn kid!
>> ARTHUR: That isn't what I'm doing.
>> SAM: What are you waiting for? Slaughter them!
>> ARTHUR: Evan! Noctus activates the Eleventh Eye.
>> EVAN: The Eleventh Eye sees not one future, but many, and can create one for a cost.
It only asks one question of its bearer.
What price will you pay?
>> BRITTANY: Big day!
>> WILL: Yeah! Yeah, that was, uh, pretty intense there for a second.
Hey, you know, I hate to say it, but Sam wasn't half-bad—
Something wrong?
Is something wrong?
>> BRITTANY: No! No. I just better get these off.
>> WILL: Actually, um.
Leave them on.
>> BRITTANY: Okay. . . .
>> BRITTANY: I really like you, Will.
>> WILL: I really like you, too, Brit.
>> BRITTANY: What do you think of Corillia?
>> WILL: Well, I love Corillia.
>> BRITTANY: Will, I think you should leave.
Please.
>> WILL: Are you okay?
>> ARTHUR: Fuck.
>> EVAN: You don't have to do this tonight.
>> ARTHUR: I know.
Who am I now?
>> EVAN: Who do you want to be next?