Scanlon: Why are you telling me, Rowan? It's not your style.
Rowan: …And what's my style, Yv—Dr. Scanlon?
Scanlon: You're corporate. You delegate. Why put yourself through all this awkward one-on-one self-justification when you've got flunkies and döppelgangers and hitmen to do your dirty work?
Rowan: …What do you think we are, Scanlon? Do you think we'd even contemplate this if there was any other way? All the corpses and generals and heads of state, we're doing this because we're just plain evil? We just don't give a shit? Is that what you think?
Scanlon: I think… that we don't have the slightest control over what we are.
Rowan: …And what's my style, Yv—Dr. Scanlon?
Scanlon: You're corporate. You delegate. Why put yourself through all this awkward one-on-one self-justification when you've got flunkies and döppelgangers and hitmen to do your dirty work?
Rowan: …What do you think we are, Scanlon? Do you think we'd even contemplate this if there was any other way? All the corpses and generals and heads of state, we're doing this because we're just plain evil? We just don't give a shit? Is that what you think?
Scanlon: I think… that we don't have the slightest control over what we are.
