| Mr Gone told me how three years ago a young architectural student was beaten and raped and left for dead | Maxx: Julie, are you gonna be okay? I mean, being kidnapped
and all...
Julie: Hey, Gone tried his tricks on me, but I got the best of him. So it's history. |
| When she got out of the hospital, she used all of her tuition money to set up a new life as a free-lance "social worker" trying to help other victims of the urban nightmare. | Julie: I hate whining! And I hate professional victims! All day long I hear sob stories from idiots who can't cope and so they pick something to blame it on! |
| This woman used her position to build a wall around herself. | Julie: "I was robbed... I was raped! Nobody loved me!" Pheeet! Time out! |
| She helped people by controlling them... hoping to smother her own pain... something like that. | Julie: Everybody's got to take responsibility for their own life, y'know? |
| And somewhere in the wild land, in the land of dreams, in Pangaea... her better self was imprisoned by her own self-loathing. | Maxx: I dunno. Seems like if somebody's raped it's not like a test you failed or a job where you get fired... it's somebody else's guilt for once! You get your own anger and... |
| At least that's what Gone told me. I don't know if I believe anything he said. Least of all about Julie. | Julie: Hey Maxx? Save the Liberal Feminist stuff for someone who cares, 'kay? |
| In fact, I was already having trouble remembering the details of what he said. It was like a dream. | Julie: Sorry. I know you're just trying to look out for me, like you always do. But it's over now. I cut the bastard's head free. You chased him back to God-knows-where. It's over. |
| A really bad dream. | Julie: And I'm going to be just fine. |