"Alison!"
"No, Mac. Not anymore."
"What do you think this is, huh? You think you're alone in this, Al? You're not. And I've been in this longer."
"Not harder."
"I lost my sister. I lost everything."
"You don't get it, Mac! You never got it because you never knew the truth. You were always running after the wrong one! You still are."
"You're still blaming yourself on Margaret. It was the Knight. Not you. You know Zeus. He doesn't take place holders."
"God damn it, Mac! There's no such thing as the god damned Black Knight. You chopped off her leg that night and I know it. She watched Athena jump and she could've saved her but she didn't. She shot the fucking Minister even though she knew the history behind it. It was a ploy. And I was a part of it."
"How? How were you a part of it, Alison? The Knight is a rival."
"No, Mac. Zeus made all of us. There are no rivals. Just us and NOCs that no one knows about. We play double. That's what he did with the Second Generation. And this'll be our whole life. And mine. Caught up in it because even though we hate it we can't live without it. We don't know anything else."
"You're going crazy like Margaret."
"It was me, James!" she screamed. "It was me!"
"What was you? What!"
"The Black Knight is your little Alison. I worked against you my whole life. My right leg from the knee down is bionic. And the Black Knight is as much a legend as Sarah Hughes. A multitude of names for one person, all conjuring up a difference sense in the scattered subjects. You're out to kill me and I'm telling you now there's no way you'll succeed unless I let you. But the moment I pull that mask off and you believe me, that knife will be in your chest, not mine. Only you're the one who'll have to live with it, while you turn me into ashes and go on in Olympus. It's all lie. And you might've been in longer. But I think faster. And I only speak the truth."