Revy: ... So that's how you look at it, huh? I see.
Well since we're here... I've got a story that's perfect for this sort of atmosphere.
I'm gonna do you a favour and let you in on a little secret, Rock.
Okay? Let me ask you something.
See this? And this? ... What would you say these two things are?
Rock: (wary) The first one's an old skull - and that's some sort of medal.
Revy: That's where you're wrong. Both of these are just things.
As soon as you strip away their meanings, then that's all they really are.
Just things and nothing more. And if you're gonna give these things any kind of meaning again, they won't get any other value because of someone's precious memory.
Their value will be determined by the one thing everyone agrees on. (tinkles the Iron Cross) And that's money.
The rest of it is just a bunch of sentimental bullshit.
Rock: (disquieted) Hm. Is money... your God?
Revy: It's power. Something a lot more useful than God. And Rock, if you think about it, other than this, what do we really value in life?
God?
Love?
Don't make me laugh.
Back when I was just a brat, crawling around that shit-hole city, it seemed God and Love were always sold out when I went looking.
Before I knew better, I clung to God and prayed to Him every single night — yeah, I believed in God right up until that night the cops beat the hell out of me for no reason at all. All they saw when they looked at me was another little ghetto rat.
With no power and no God, what's left for a poor little Chinese bitch to rely on? It's money, of course, and guns. Fuckin' A. With these two things, the world's a great place.
Rock: I wish I hadn't heard that. I'm sorry.
Revy: Fuck you.
Rock: Huh?
Revy: If I was looking for pity I would've told you something a lot more colourful. The moral of the story is when you're livin' on the edge, that's all that matters to you because that's all you've really got. Not everyone can get off on being normal, Rock. And one more thing... All those rich fat bastards living under palm-trees - and bitches who think that life's only about putting on make-up. I don't want to hear you speaking your mind from the same perspective as those hypocrites. Nothing's worse than being treated like some whore by your companions. I'll say this once. The next time you decide you're gonna tell me what's proper, you'll no longer be one of us. When that happens... I am going to kill you.
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