While I don't want to give too much away about the last part of the film, it should be noted that the Mills/Somerset dichotomy suddenly becomes a trichotomy when they are both presented with their own worst fears, embodied by the formless man they have been pursuing. The dichotomy is suddenly opened up as both men face their own doppleganger, and both deny him as an an aspect of their own identities --Mills, the crusader, rushing at windmills in the hopes of exterminating human filth, and Somerset, the ascetic who chooses to emotionally distance himself from those who suffer. The final moments of Sevenare so stirring that one can help but wonder how such a brilliant, disturbing , and deeply ironic story could have become a major motion picture release from a Hollywood studio.