Lucien LaCroix: [after Nick finds him with a stake in his chest] Be so good as to relieve me of this will you?
Det. Nick Knight: Only if you tell me how it got there.
Lucien LaCroix: An instant of improvidence. A soldier's last lucky blow in battle. I was about to dispense a merciful end to his suffering when he managed to inflict this inconvenience on me.
Det. Nick Knight: Such ingratitude.
Lucien LaCroix: Yes. It is increasingly unpleasant, and more than a little annoying. The soldier has been dispatched to hell as I will be shortly if you don't help me.
Det. Nick Knight: It's an interesting dilemma.
Lucien LaCroix: Beau soir, mes amis. C'est moi the Nightcrawler and I'll be with you until the sun rises. Keeping you company. Soothing your confusion. Your balm in Gilead. Tonight's meditation is dedicated to lost friends. Lost from each other. Lost from themselves. And the simple fact is, the way back for one is the way back for the other. For we must never forget what we are or whom we came from. This is our lifeblood. Our nourishment. Without it, we wither and become nothing. You will come back. You must come back. It is your destiny; and destiny will not be trifled with.