Master 1
I don’t need the light. I’m blind. Count to three and try to take it. I do not try to win, but to arrive at perfect control, to not be afraid of bullets. Shoot! They hardly bleed. I offer no resistance to the bullet. I let it pass through the capillaries of my flesh. You still want to duel with me? It does not grieve me to kill you, because death does not exist. I will let you shoot first.
Master 2
Dead! Technically you’re dead. Now I want to talk to the dead one. Follow me. First of all, I made things out of copper. And I strengthened my fingers. Now I make delicate objects. I’m so strong that I can play with this shape without breaking it.
Shoot! A clean, delicate shot destroys an accurate one. You shoot to find yourself, I do it to shoot. Perfection is to lose yourself. And to loose yourself you need to love. You don’t love. You destroy, kill and no one loves you. Because when you think you’re giving, you’re really taking. I’ve given myself to her. I told her everything. She’s inside me. Her infinite love fills me. What I do and say is ordered and blessed by her. I hate all that is mine, because it distances me from her divine presence. Two are better than one, because if they fall, one will lift up his companion. When there is only one, there is no one to lift him up. When I made this, I didn’t think it would be useful. I just tried to make it the best way I possibly could.
Master 3
We don’t need to take your gun away. We trust you. You have a flute! We’ll get to know each other through music. You’re disgusted at yourself. You don’t want to betray any more. Now you want to respect the law. Some give flowers. Some, precious objects. You bring me your life as a gift. You are not afraid to die. This is why you are a dangerous enemy.
When you were 7 metres from the rabbit run, my rabbits started to die. Now they’re nearly all dead. Now that you’re here, not one will be left alive.
I made it. Feel how fine it is. You can fire a shot. It is all that I need. A fatal shot. Shoot! Which did you kill and which did I kill? This is yours: shot in the head. This is mine: shot in the heart. The heart…the head…A changing of places. It is now time. Too much perfection is a mistake.
Master 4
Want to duel with me? How will I do that? I have no gun. I bartered the pistol for a butterfly net. I must fight you with my hands. Fight! Fight! Fight!
See? My net is more powerful than your bullets. If you shoot again, I’ll reflect the bullet directly into your heart. How can you win if I don’t duel? I have nothing. Even with a trap you couldn’t have taken anything from me.
I don’t care about my life. Now I’ll show you. You lost.
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