there is a rush of feeling in the voice of the source , a rush that fills my own voice , a rush of love and fear for the knife- but i am already off , pushing my battlemore to faster and faster speeds , outrunning the source behind me and the soldiers behind him- wait , i hear the source call again- but i will reach the ocean first- i will reach the ocean myself- and if the knife is there- well , i shall see what i see- [ todd ] i catch the mayor with the first viola i hurl at him , see him stumble to one side , not quite quick enough to dodge it- but he 's already turning and firing his noise back at me and tho i duck again i feel like the top of my head 's being ripped open and i jump off the little flat of sand and concrete , down the slope towards the waves , rolling in the sand and snow but getting outta the mayor 's eyeline for a brief second- `` oh , but i do n't need to see you , todd , '' i hear- and bam another blast of white noise , screaming yer nothing yer nothing yer nothing yer nothing- and i roll back up , gripping the side of my head and i force my eyes open- and i see the river up the beach in front of me , dumping itself into the ocean and i look out to the water beyond it and see wreckage floating there , getting tossed in the waves , wreckage of trees and houses and no doubt people- people i know- maybe even viola- and i feel a rage rise in my noise- and i get to my feet- viola !