ORACAO DA NOITE

WELSH V.O.
They want you dead or in their lie. Only one thing a man can do. Find something that's his. Make an island for himself. If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack. A glance from your eyes and my life will be yours.


WITT V.O.
Who were you that I lived with, walked with? The brother, the friend? Strife and love, darkness and light-are they the workings of one mind, features of the same face? Oh my soul. Let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.

The Thin Red Line