Dead Man1995

Nobody:
[seeing William touching his chest wound] Leave that alone stupid white man.

William Blake:
[as Nobody attends to his wound] Am I going to die?

Nobody:
The circle of life has no ending.

William Blake:
Why are you helping me?

Nobody:
A bird told me.

William Blake:
A bird told you?

Nobody:
A small magical bird with bright blue feathers. [pauses] I was following him in your forest, hoping to acquire one of his indigo feathers... and then I lost him... and then I found him again. He was perched on your chest tasting your blood. He looked at me. Then he flew directly west in a straight line - his small beak red with your blood.