One Ocean Closer to Destiny

Jacob Dutton: Now close your eyes and imagine those places if the cities weren't there. Come on, do it. White sands stretching to a forest of hickory and elm... taller than the buildings that stand there now. Meadows filled with bison and moose and bear, and millions of salmon swimming up the east river to spawn, so thick, you could walk across them. Now think about what's there now: a thirteen-mile island of cement with rivers of sewage running underneath it until they dump into the bay where salmon don't dare to swim. That's what they'll do to this place: dam the rivers... flood the valleys... cut every tree that stands to build cities. This paradise becomes another concrete desert. I'm not going to kill him for what they done to me, or what they done to John, or what they're still doing to you. I'm going to kill them... because the men who build cities always send men like Banner first. I do it for the child of a child I will never meet. I do it for the land. I do it for you. So that when you're laid to rest under the aspens... no one cuts them down and builds a city over you. I know how much you've suffered. And I thank you for it. It's their turn now. God damn it, it's their turn now.