Got to admit this time stuff's always been a little over my head. Like, in Terminator. If John Connor's alive and able to send his friend back in time to save his Mom to make sure he's born, doesn't that mean he doesn't have to?
The Devil promises everything and then lets you destroy your own world. I sacrificed my brother to him. Still, he took my daughter. And that image... of her body lying on that floor... I failed her. What else matters?
I'm trying to sell you on revenge. I have an image, too, of a body on the floor... Rosalind Price. Love turned to rage in that moment. So I hunted down and murdered Grant Ward. Not to serve any good. Not to serve any belief. I wanted revenge. I wanted to feel him die. That's the sin that gave your Devil new life.
Hive destroyed the most sacred thing for a team. Trust. I know you want to destroy Hive for what he's done to you. We all do, and we will. I know you want revenge. But we have to be better, we have to do what's best for the team. It's times like these, when there's no clear path, that I understand why people pray.