Well, the world is a maze of illusions. It's not easy for the light to shine into the prison of our earthly existence.

"When you go to war as a boy, you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed, not you... Then, when you are badly wounded the first time, you lose that illusion."

V: You do know that grenade's gonna pop one of these days, right? I avoided, but someone else...
Ozob: I know, I know. We will die someday. Least when I do, there'll be fireworks.

Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

Hey, hermano. Your new life... it starts now.