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                         Yours, too, scribe.

               What?

                         Your name.

               Why do you want to know my name?

                         I well know your name, scribe.

               I'm no scribe!  And how could you know my name?

                         Today, you are a scribe, Memento.

               Memento?  Only my Mother....  Do I know you?

                         Not yet.  But you will.

               Man, you're about to die!  How then will I know you?

                         When it is finished, you will know me.

               When it is finished? What are you talking about?

                         My work; it's almost done.  Now, yours, scribe....

               Mine?!  I'm here to cruci....

                         ....to engrave the Rock.  You have the chisel....

               Rock? chisel?

                         In your hand.

               You mean this spike?

                         Engrave your name, Memento - with the others.

               Others - what others?

                         All those who call me 'Lord'.
                              You are here to engrave their names

                                   in my hands, as It Is Written:

                                        that I will never forget you,

                                            Memento.

Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth;
and break forth into singing, O mountains:
for the LORD hath comforted his people,
and will have mercy upon his afflicted.
But Zion said, The LORD hath forsaken me,
and my Lord hath forgotten me.
Can a woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion
on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget,
yet will I not forget thee.  Behold,
I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands....
                                                         Isaiah 49:13-16