Highlander: The Source Page #2

This is how I am.

I'm going to grow old, though.

Will you still love me when I'm old?

I'll always love you.

I'm leaving.

I can't stay with you, Duncan.

Why?

You mean everything to me.

But it's not enough.

What do you want from me?

The impossible.

I want a child...

a child.

It's good to see you, G.

Who are you?

Duncan MacLeod.

Of the Clan MacLeod.

May I ask what you're doing here?

Reggie Weller.

My astronomer.

This is Joe Dawson, a friend of mine.

Hey.

Methos.

Been a long time.

This is different.

Times are different, MacLeod.

Yeah. Leather's a really

good look for you, Methos.

Giovanni.

I hear you're on a quest for The Source.

You make it sound so grand.

We are here to get information.

Brave men died to get us this far.

What do you want?

We have come to see your Elder.

We have no Elder.

That went well.

Who's that?

That's my wife.

Hello.

I can explain.

Stop.

The Elder will see you,

now that she is here.

You look like sh*t.

What are you doing here?

Look, I have so much to tell you.

You won't even believe

what's been happening to me.

Lead us.

Duncan, I have visions.

Seriously. I saw this.

I saw you.

I saw all of you.

Come, girl.

I'm near.

There are worse things than death.

Apparently.

What do you want?

We seek The Source.

Are you willing to pay the price?

That's fixed.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yeah, it's a sweet piece,

but this is my beat, okay, Reggie?

Sorry.

What is it?

I don't know.

So you have encountered

The Guardian:

a riddle that cannot be solved...

a force that cannot be defeated.

Man, that's one fast bird.

You stay here.

I can take care of this.

Greetings, brother.

This is holy ground!

I was once like you--

long ago, before recorded time.

Like now,

the world had fallen into chaos.

The people cried out for a redeemer.

We were a group much like yours--

all of us immortaIs from different tribes,

all seeking the truth.

We all thought

we would find the answer

in The Source.

But there were darker,

secret desires in our hearts.

You cannot hide your heart

from The Source.

The journey was long.

Our tempers flared,

and being immortals,

heads were taken.

But the ancient one guarding The Source

was stronger still.

My friend fought valiantly,

but I wanted my immortality.

The Source wasn't mine to take.

Something went terribly wrong.

It left us both cursed.

Both forever decaying.

Me like this,

and he doomed to take his place

as The Guardian.

You like graveyards?

I love 'em.

I mean, who wants to live forever?

# Who wants to live forever? #

Can you tell us the way to The Source?

You should ask her.

She's already seen the way.

Come.

A child.

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