Jigsaw: So it's all come down to this. Somewhere, somehow, something went wrong. I was supposed to be someone. I was supposed to make a difference. Instead, I took the easy way. I now know how wrong that was. Now, I can't help but wonder, Am I too late? And I knew there was more to life.
Janitor: Morning.
Jigsaw: I was just too lazy to grab it. I mean, consider Paul. He had a wife, kids, the works. For years, nothing changed. I just played the role I been assigned. Finally, even I couldn't pretend nothing was wrong. I checked into the hospital for tests, hoping for the best.
Doctor: It's really quite serious. You've got a completely veerical string of cancer. We're talking about a question of when, not if. I'm truly sorry.
Jigsaw: Now that my only life is slipping away, I paid attention to the lives of others.
Doctor: Coming through!
Jigsaw: And I didn't like what I saw. But nothing could prepare me for what was going to happen next.
Doctor: Prep DER! He's losing blood fast!
Jigsaw: It was Paul. He slashed his wrists. A guy with a wife, family, and kids. What was wrong with everybody? No sanctuary could give me comfort. The cancer that grew inside would eventuall kill me. I accepted that, fully and completely. But that knowledge didn't depress me anymore. In fact, it liberated me. I was reborn. I knew now what my purpose was. I had to make others realize how valuable resistence was. There was only time for my task. The chosen would read the benifits of my neighbor. Everything was researched, tested, refined, and invented over and over. It was perfect. I was supposed to be someone. I was supposed to make a difference. And Now I will, one person at a time.