- Fine,
make me your villain.
(dark ominous music)
No!
(dark ominous music continues)
- General Kirigan, this will only turn the world
against you and all Grisha.
You'll be seen, not as a savior, but a heretic.
(guns cock)
(groaning)
- Shame,
I'll have to give that speech again.
- Oh, you have no chance,
shadow man,
cause I'm the one you chose.
- You are child, maybe a year from now,
maybe 50,
she'll realize that she has only one equal.
And there are no others like us and there never will be.
I'm not going to kill you, Mal.
I don't need to,
time will do it for me.
Without me, it's just her, standing alone.
She is all that matters now, not me.
She is the future. She is the one...
- Yes, but where is she?
- Careful,
you don't really matter now anymore either.
And if you have put her in harms way,
think about what I might do.
Where is she?
I won't ask you again.
- I don't know.
It was pretty clear she wasn't interested in being a captive
anymore.
She's probably halfway to Novyi Zem by now.
(wind whooshes)
- You should have stayed in Ketterdam.
(explosion)
(rocks crumbling)
- No, no. You cannot control it.
- I could create, just like you did.
- And you will die, like he did.
It's unpredictable,
unstable, small science feeds us, Merzost feeds on us.
I forbid it, now, do you hear me?
- You created the fold, you killed my friends, my parents.
And now your perversion of power extends to me.
- Baghra,
how could you so easily believe the twisted words
of that angry old woman?
- Then who should I believe?
You've been lying to me since the day I met you.
- Telling you half a story is not the same as lying.
(intense medieval music)
You smuggle Grisha out of my palace?!
You help them abandon the war effort?
- No, I did in legal indentures. I don't mess with Grisha.
- Fine, I don't need him to tell me.
I think I'll handle that myself.
- But I can help. Tell me how I can help.
- You already have.
(chair rattling)
(dark ominous music)