mag 200 panopticon confrontation, to me
ARCHIVIST:
You fucking cunt!
JONAH/ELIAS:
I’m the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I’m not a quitter, I’m that cunt. I killed for you; who else can say that? You think you’d be happy with a nice Southern boy? No way, baby! I’m it.
ARCHIVIST:
Fuck. You’re delusional. I mean, you’re insane, why would you even want this? Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other pain.
JONAH/ELIAS:
That’s marriage.