[He doesn't know what that means. He doesn't need to know. He is almost smiling again.
See, that's the thing about this guy. He might call The Man crazy and he might take everything all backwards, but at least he's got a smile going. At least he laughs. Sometimes it's hard to find people who'll laugh and smile!
The Photojournalist shakes his head, tugging at his jacket.] Your captain did. Because he had to. Uhm. I listen to me, sometimes. Mostly I just... Shit, I don't have words. You're listening. [He points, just to illustrate.] But nothing I say is... Uh. Unless it's for Him, it's all like ether, just disappears away, creeps off into the jungle. I'm not-- I was never going to be the one. I was never gonna have the words for it, I'm-- [This time it's a wave of the hand, vague, dismissive.] I've got pictures I don't have words. I was never gonna make it out of there.
And that's all right. That is allll right.
[It really isn't. Probably. But he can't argue against what happened, and he figures it must have been inevitable. The Man had known, after all. And The Photojournalist had had a pretty good idea.]
You only need one witness, you know what I'm saying? That's all it takes.
[He's pretty sure the guy had said something else, too, something that was dead wrong - a lot of what this guy says is dead wrong - but he can't remember what it was. Maybe it just didn't matter.]
TOO BAD YOUR SEVERED HEAD COULDN'T WEAR IT ANYMORE.
[He doesn't know what that means. He doesn't need to know. He is almost smiling again.
See, that's the thing about this guy. He might call The Man crazy and he might take everything all backwards, but at least he's got a smile going. At least he laughs. Sometimes it's hard to find people who'll laugh and smile!
The Photojournalist shakes his head, tugging at his jacket.] Your captain did. Because he had to. Uhm. I listen to me, sometimes. Mostly I just... Shit, I don't have words. You're listening. [He points, just to illustrate.] But nothing I say is... Uh. Unless it's for Him, it's all like ether, just disappears away, creeps off into the jungle. I'm not-- I was never going to be the one. I was never gonna have the words for it, I'm-- [This time it's a wave of the hand, vague, dismissive.] I've got pictures I don't have words. I was never gonna make it out of there.
And that's all right. That is allll right.
[It really isn't. Probably. But he can't argue against what happened, and he figures it must have been inevitable. The Man had known, after all. And The Photojournalist had had a pretty good idea.]
You only need one witness, you know what I'm saying? That's all it takes.
[He's pretty sure the guy had said something else, too, something that was dead wrong - a lot of what this guy says is dead wrong - but he can't remember what it was. Maybe it just didn't matter.]