Noatok: The two of us together again. There’s nothing we can’t do. Tarrlok: Yes, Noatok. Noatok: Noatok. I’d almost forgotten the sound of my own name. <Tarrlok glances at the glove and puts it on> Tarrlok: It will be just like the good old days.
The two brothers… born by a terrible father with terrible intentions… perished according to the terrible fate bestowed upon them.