Nobody: [seeing William touching his chest wound] Leave that alone stupid white man.
William Blake: [as Nobody grints and attends to his wound] Am I going to die?
Nobody: The circle of life has no ending.
[Hr grunts as he attends him]
William Blake: Why are you helping me?
Nobody: A bird told me.
William Blake: A bird told you?
Nobody: A small magical bird with bright blue feathers
[He pauses]
Nobody: I was following him in your forest, hoping to acquire one of his indigo feathers... and then I lost him... and then I found him again. He was perched on your chest tasting your blood. He looked at me. Then he flew directly west in a straight line - his small beak red with your blood.