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YOU - “There is a way back. To the kingdom of beauty. Of *us*. We need to go live in the pale, sweet love. Come, be trapped in amber with me! Forever!”
FINGER ON THE EJECT BUTTON - Do it. Put your finger on the eject button, see how alive it makes you feel. — the freedom of finality. Think of how much they'll *miss* you.
CLEANING OUT THE ROOMS - What if you didn't lose your memory? What if something in Martinaise came and stored it all away.. For you to slowly open one box at a time. So you can *choose* which parts to keep. Keep almost none of it.
SHIVERS - RUN. TO THE CHURCH. HOME. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. ANYTHING BUT CALLING HER AGAIN.
i said if you're lonely, would you come back? won't you come back?
EMPATHY - Every cell in your body is moaning in agony, asking, “What did we ever do to you?”
YOU - It's all the system's fault. The system failed me.
as we slept, alone in the night. i had a dream we were here. it came true, but things got fucked up.
EMPATHY - Total annihilation. We got annihilated, Harry. You never had any power, you never were a moralist -- or anything. You can't even be insane or shit any more. You have to be *nothing*. Nothing without the light and grace of love.
YOU - “I can still make your lungs glow, I know I can. If you only let me.”
DOLORES DEI - No answer. The arches of her brows quiver as she looks you in the eye and backs away from you...
EMPATHY - You won't do any of that. You can barely make her cry.
i like to smile, but i don't like to see my mouth.
i like to laugh, but i don't like to hear my laugh.
i like to dance, but i don't like to see me dance.
i like to smile, but i don't like to see my mouth.
YOU - “You are. None of the others are as beautiful as you.”
DOLORES DEI - She does not answer. There's that expression again.
CONCEPTUALISATION - Silence. A distant wind blows. You can't think of anything pretty to say.
RUBY'S JOURNAL - “I'm used to being alone and all, but — I don't know when I'll be able to leave, or if I'll be ratted out. They *will* rat me out, of course. I've made it a point to believe in the best in people (the boys, for example), but — experience tells me...”
every other day like this, alone on the bedroom floor.
INLAND EMPIRE - This is a man with a lot of past, but little present. And almost no future.
YOU - “I'm in my head. I miss you.”
DOLORES DEI - “Well, I'm in my head too. We're all in our heads.”
YOU - “Do you miss me there?”
DOLORES DEI - “Sometimes... Not as often as I used to. So much time has passed. More than it seems here...”
DOLORES DEI - “I'm pregnant.”
YOU - “Is it mine?”
DOLORES DEI - “Of course not.” She looks down at her belly, then up into your old eyes. “I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? Poverty-stricken fuck.”
if heaven is full of people then it will be exactly the same as earth.
YOU - “But I swore I wouldn't let you go. You *told* me — you asked me to be this way.”
DOLORES DEI - “That was someone else. I betrayed her, overwrote her, and I'm happier for it. And I'm really going now. The time is up — I must be on the 10:20 flight...” She turns.
INLAND EMPIRE - You, every morning, walking from Voyager Road to teach gym. She — leaving for the academy with her spring coat on. The air filled with the smell of smoke and raspberries and incredible hope. An ocean full of hope.
YOU - “But then this is all meaningless.”
DOLORES DEI - “It is — and it's making me late for my beautiful-beautiful flight to Mirova. Far, far away from you — and Revachol.”
DOLORES DEI - “You're only saying this because things didn't work out between us. I don't have time to defend myself from these accusations.”
SUGGESTION - Stop making her angry. She won't start loving you again if you call her a *mass murderer.* Seriously.
CONCEPTUALISATION - The world's most precious material, reserved for those she lets close enough to feel it. You are stealing a touch. It's not yours to take.
DOLORES DEI - “Now, go ahead...” She wipes her palms into the silk of her gown. “...ask me more questions. Let's talk about *something else.*”
PAIN THRESHOLD - No. This has to end. Do the last one.
VOLITION - More questions. Ask more.
INSULINDIAN PHASMID - Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you — with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation.
DRAMA - The tune on your lips form a strange, yet undeniably beautiful contrast with the surrounding bleakness.
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you a quick glance. Then, still looking straight ahead, he joins you with a higher-pitched and slightly more melodic trill.