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I just sort of feel like I'm on drugs when I'm with you. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do drugs all the time. Every drug.

Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It's a losing game. Without passion, you are already dead.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Matrix.

Do you want to know what it is? The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

What truth?

That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

Let me tell you why you're here. You know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You felt it your entire life. Something's wrong with the world. You don't know what, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Matrix.

This isn't real?

What is 'real'? How do you define 'real'? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.

Are you ever afraid?

No.

Not even of dying?

No.

You don't feel any emotion about it one way or another?

No. I have to stay functional until my mission is complete. Then it doesn't matter.

Yeah. I have to stay functional too. I'm 'too important'.

Sorry I piss you off, Mr. Tuck. The feeling's mutual.

The Force is not a power you have. It's not about lifting rocks. It's the energy between all things, a tension, a balance, that binds the universe together.

Ok. But what is it?

Close your eyes. Breathe. Now, reach out.

[Rey literally reaches her hand out and Luke starts tickling her hand with a leaf]

I feel something.

You feel it?

Yes, I feel it.

That's the Force. Wow, it must be really strong with you.

I've never felt any...

[Luke slaps her hand with the leaf]

Ow!

What happened last night, something happened to me, something I've not really experienced before.

Yes, you said. Fear. 'Sherlock Holmes got scared,' you said.

No, no, no. It was more than that, John. It was doubt. I felt doubt. Always been able to trust my senses, the evidence of my own eyes, until last night.

Sentiment? What are you talking about?

You.

Oh, dear God. Look at the poor man. You don't actually think I was interested in you? Why? Because you're the great Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective in the funny hat?

I don't blame you. I blame myself. It's been apparent to me for some time that you would succumb to your feelings for him. It isn't the first occasion that Mr. Holmes inconvenienced me in recent months. The question is: What to do about it? That is my problem to solve now. I no longer require your services.

Well, thief! I smell you, I hear your breath, I feel your air. Where are you? Where are you? Come now, don't be shy... step into the light.

Do you smell it? The scent of fear?

I may have had... briefly, mind you... stirrings.

Stirrings?

Stirrings.

What, like feelings, you mean?

No, no, no, no, not quite all the way to feelings. More like... All right feelings, damn you.

My intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.