The Master and Augustin Elizalde in “Unfinished Business”

The ancients are the past. I am the future.

Guess what. I'm not fighting for the Ancients. I'm not fighting for nobody but myself.

Cowardice. Ignorance. I sensed both as you ferried my coffin across the bridge into this city.

If that's the case, then what am I to you? Huh? What do you want from me?

Your mother's disappointment is still here. The torment you put her through in life. It lives along with her dumb animal love for her criminal son.

Taking someone's soul is not enough for you? You gotta put on their skin and dance around in their body?

Of course you fight for yourself. You always fight for only yourself.