The scene opens with Flynn sitting on the bench, our main villain Rock Katson approaches, Flynn pulled his pistol out aiming it at rock.
Rock: [Approaching menacingly] WellMann...
Flynn: [Tense] Shit. not you. what are you gonna do?
Rock: [Holding out a hand] Surprisingly, not your demise, you can put your gun away.
[Flynn eyes the offered hand suspiciously before cautiously accepting it and putting his gun away. They both sit on the bench, the lamp above them high-lighting both of them as the rain poured]
Rock: [Gesturing to their surroundings] We find ourselves in an unexpected moment, don't we flynn?
Flynn: Why the change of heart? or your just spending a minute to tell me something to remember?
Rock: [With a sigh, revealing vulnerability] Because, WellMann, I guess I'm
[Rock pauses for a couple seconds]
Rock: [with a sad looking face] I'm Afraid. because I've lost my sister. and I wish I can see her again. I loved her.
[Flynn's expression softens slightly]
Flynn: Afraid?
Rock: [Nodding solemnly] Indeed. Afraid of the path my mother and I have been led down, of the darkness within me that I struggle to contain.
Flynn: [Reflectively] I understand that fear all too well. I mean. I was just a regular animator and now I'm killing terrorists 10 hours later.
Rock: [Thoughtfully] It's a heavy burden to bear, isn't it? The weight of our past choices, the uncertainty of our futures.
Rock: A philosopher once said. "War is not merely the clash of arms, but the collision of souls. In its wake, it leaves not just scars on the flesh, but haunting echoes in the corridors of the mind. I've witnessed its ravages, felt its grip tighten around my very being. And in the depths of its darkness, I've found fear lurking, a constant companion in the chaos. For even those who wield power tremble before its merciless embrace."
Flynn:In this mad world, where chaos reigns and uncertainty shadows our every step, there exists a strange beauty. Amidst the turmoil, amidst the strife, there are moments of pure wonder, of unexpected kindness, and fleeting joys. It's a paradoxical dance, where darkness and light intertwine, where pain and pleasure coalesce. And yet, in the midst of it all, there's a strange allure, a reminder that even in the madness, there is beauty to be found. For in this mad world, amidst all its trials and tribulations, there is still wonder to behold, if only we dare to look.