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The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution.

Genocide.

At random. Dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a mad man. And what I predicted came to pass.

Congratulations, you're a prophet.

I'm a survivor.

Who wants to murder trillions!

With all the six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist. I call that... mercy.

And then what?

I finally rest, and watch the sunrise on an grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

I think you'll find our will equal to yours.

Our?

You didn't kill Mary. Mary died saving your life. It's her choice. No one made her do it. No one could ever make her do anything, but the point is, you did not kill her.

In saving my life she conferred a value on it. It is a currency I do not know how to spend.

Am I a woman?

Yes.

Am I... pretty?

Uh, beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood impressions, influences and role models.

Yeah, but am I a pretty lady?

I don't know who you are. I don't know who you're supposed to be.

You picked the name!

Yeah, but I picked it at random from the papers.

You're not really getting the hang of this game, are you, Sherlock?

Imagine someone's going to get murdered at a wedding. Who exactly would you pick?

I think you're a popular choice at the moment, dear.

I've never retired something that was born before.

What's the difference?

To be born is to have a soul, I guess.

Are you telling me no?

I wasn't aware there was an option, madame.

Attaboy.

[K walks to the door]

Hey! You've been getting on fine without one.

What's that, madame?

A soul.

They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how Dad did it, that's how America does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far. Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee, the bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves. For your consideration, the Jericho.

For lack of a better option, Dummy is still on fire safety. If you douse me again, and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you to a city college.

[performs test successfully, then lands. Dummy raises its extinguisher arm hopefully]

Please don't follow me around with it either because I feel like I'm gonna catch on fire spontaneously. Just stand down. If something happens, then come in.

Will you have peace or war?

I will have war!

An election? Heh. That's absurd. I won't stand for it. Ha!

I don't think they'd ask you to stand, sire.

There is a house, it's not far from here, where we might take refuge.

Whose house? Are they friend or foe?

Neither. He will help us or he will kill us.

What choice do we have?

[Creature roars]

None.

You asked me to find the 14th member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There's more to him than appearances suggest. And he's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including himself.

Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?

Pardon me?

Axe or sword? What's your weapon of choice?

[proudly] Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.

I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.

You could have picked a better spot.