| Probability | Text |
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| 98% | You needn't check any further sir You proved to me that all this ultraviolet's and killing is wrong Wrong and terribly wrong I've learned the essence sir I see no one I've never seen before I'm cured, praise God | ▶️ |
| 98% | 1187, Hunter-Voss. That's the hotel, what? Where I live? Nice place, I sure guess. Is that part of the test? No, just warming up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all this is the test now? Yes, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look at it. What world? What desert? Doesn't make any difference what desert is completely hypothetical. But after my breathing, maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling towards you. Tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. Never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on his back, Leon. You make up these questions, Mr. Holden, and they write them down for you. The tortoise lays on his back, his belly baking in a hot sun beating his legs trying to turn himself over, but it can't. Not without your help. Would you not help him? What do you mean I'm not helping? I mean you're not helping. Why is that Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother? My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. | ▶️ |
| 96% | Hiding and running through cold rainy night The red spot of leisure at my only life Hunter or Hunter, it is of the same I'm an agent A part of this deadly game You say freedom cannot be spelled out by dust? Would you rather see kept dressed agents on the run? Conspiring from hiding they're running your life With the various methods they take, oh my, so they try But they cannot be, cause we the agents We'll never give in | ▶️ |
| 94% | Hiding and running through cold rainy night The red spot of leisure at my only life Hunter or Hunter, it is of the same I'm an agent A part of this deadly game You say freedom cannot be spelled out by dust? Would you rather see kept dressed agents on the run? Conspiring from hiding they're running your life With the various methods they take, oh my, so they try But they cannot be, cause we the agents We'll never give in | ▶️ |
| 98% | I want you here to see this scene, but what it can't be. A scene like this you'll never see. All I see is in me. All I see is what I think. Can you see what I think? I want to fly like my bird. That is not easy. I can fly. Of course I can. I'm in me. Why can't I fly? If I try, I fly. | ▶️ |
| 94% | I want you here to see this scene, but what it can't be. A scene like this you'll never see. All I see is in me. All I see is what I think. Can you see what I think? I want to fly like my bird. That is not easy. I can fly. Of course I can. I'm in me. Why can't I fly? If I try, I fly. | ▶️ |
