the tall , old man walks out , his hair and eyes matching his sliver , floor-length robe . `` i do n't know , you 're all , relationship first , resistance second , maybe , second , maybe not even at all . which was another way of saying she was crazy . tony gazed at the skeleton before saying , i am rarely at a loss for words ; but what does one say ? her face was heavily bruised along the left side . they both paused to savor their tea . 