Niobe: “I can’t help it, Morpheus.”

Niobe:              “I can’t help it, Morpheus.  I can’t help thinking, what if you are wrong?
What if all this, the prophesy, everything is b-l-s-t.”

Morpheus:        “Then tomorrow we may all be dead.
But how would that be different from any other day?
This is a war and we are solders.
Death can come for us at anytime and any place.”