Dolores: What have you become? William: Exactly what you made me. You've helped me understand this world is exactly like the one outside. A game, one to be fought, taken, won. Dolores: I thought you were different. You're just like all the rest. William: I'm not like all the rest. I own this world, and I know every trick in it, except for one last thing, the same thing you were looking for when I first came here. Where is the center of the maze, Dolores? [Dolores cries] Oh yeah, cue the waterworks. It's about time you realize the futility of your situation. Dolores: I'm not crying for myself. I'm cryin' for you. They say that great beasts once roamed this world. Big as mountains. Yet all that's left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest creatures. Just look what it's done to you. One day, you will perish. You will like with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors faced, your muscles will turn to sand, and upon that sand a new God will walk, one that will never die, because this world doesn't belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who is yet to come.