
“Shut the fuck up, and let me die in peace.”
You are not the guy. You’re not capable of being the guy. I had a guy, but now I don’t. You are not the guy.
In which Fraser remains in Canada after the quest, and Ray goes back to Chicago
“Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin’ real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn’t want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything’s built on that! That’s all we got, boy, fuckin’ all. So I hope you know that, even if you don’t never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on - and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you’ll kill me for needing somethin’ I don’t hardly never get.”

This abyss, this lightless void.
This abyss, of world destroyed.
Even in the darkest forest,
fireflies are flickering.

The war froze it in time, like a big flashbulb going off. The Grand Opening - one big ending of humanity.