Remember, remember the 5th of november

Hello, Evey.
— You. It was you.
Yeah.
— That wasn't real... Is Gordon - ?
I'm sorry, but Mr. Deitrich's dead.
I thought they'd arrest him, but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
— Oh God...
Fortunately, I got to you before they did.
— You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?
You said you wanted to live without fear.
I wish there'd been an easier way, but there wasn't.
I know you may never forgive me... but nor will you understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. Every day I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Every day I wanted to end it, but each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.
— You're sick! You're evil!
You could've ended it, Evey. You could've given in, but you didn't. Why?
— Leave me alone! I hate you!

That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me; taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then, something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.

— Shut up! I don't want to hear your lies!
Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth.
Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
— No!
What was true in that cell is just as true now.
What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.
— I can't feel anything anymore!
Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.