The Bastard fixes his gaze on Jiro on the catwalk.


Ahhh....


HELLO, JIRO.




The Bastard crawls toward Jiro. Jiro clambers backward up the stairs behind him.


As if I ever could forget
a kindred spirit.


You're out of your cage, Jiro.


You're not
where you're meant
to be.

—Polyta—
Don't-- don't listen to him, Jiro!

And HER.

Talking like she fucking knows you.

The fucking nerve.

The Bastard gets real close. Jiro backs into a narrow pipe.


I know what you are, Jiro.

I've seen into your soul.

She wants you
to go home?

You know what kind of home you deserve.

Jiro thinks about what he's hearing.


I'll be taking you there.



then we can


both


finally

give   up



—Jiro—
...
You... you get it.
I could never hide it from you
I hate you
I want nothing more
It would be so easy, wouldn't it? I just lie down, and you take me away
You could give me what I've been yearning for
You...
→You would fucking LOVE that.







In a flash of anger, Jiro slams the pipe over the Bastard's head.







He makes a break for it!

Ghh--!!!
FUCKER!!