The Chase

Dio: You think you’re smart, inventive because you’ve figured out my game? Pride is a handy substitute, when you’ve got only yourself to blame. All my dreams I’ve realized while you . . . were indisposed. While you’ve spent eighteen years watching TV, I’ve watched my fortune grow. Tate: Here I am—I’m finally on the outside and Dio: You’re nowhere near where I’ve been! Tate: I’ve got you where I want you . . . at last. Dio: You’ve got no idea who I am! Both: We circle around each other waiting for reaction Tate: wanting satisfaction for the past. Dio: I want nothing . . . from the past. Dio: Always been so easy you’re like a puppet on my string, throwing down hollow threats, unsure of what to think. Why should I care? You wouldn’t dare! You’re nothing but worthless . . . I swear. Tate: From where I stand I’ve got you where I want you. Dio: You’ll never take me! Never take me down! Tate: I’ve seen all I need to put you in the ground Tate: Revenge is normal, a typical reaction Dio: I’ve seen your cynical reaction . . . Tate: if you’re standing outside of in. Dio: always on the outside of in. Dio: Here we are at last facing oblivion . . . Tate: And this is where finally it ends. You don’t belong here. Dio: holding fast to each of our sins. Tate: With hope by my side, I’ll survive to see the dawn. Dio: Believe me or not . . . you owe me. Tate: I owe you nothing! Dio: I gave your life a purpose! Tate: I owe you nothing but your death! Dio: Without me you wouldn’t have learned a thing!