Dee, my first friend, my enemy, maybe the last face I ever get see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me? Maybe this trident, maybe this trident is my legacy … Legacy, what is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you wont get to see. I wrote some notes in the poem someone will sing for me. Oh Dee, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me. You made me make a difference, when even someone in 32nd place can rise up. I'm running out of time, I'm running, and my time's up. Rise up! Tridents up. I have a glimpse at Quinn's face on the wall. Kasia is singing songs on the other wall. Bee is racing against the wall. Teach me how to win the race.
Rise up, rise up, rise up, Dee!
… My love, take your time
I'll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to freedom
He aims his trident at the sky
… Wait!