What are you?
Me? I, am I. You? You were home.
Where are you taking me?
The Beginning. [pause] You won't hurt much longer.
What hurts me the most is that I wasn't enough.
It's not your fault. Nothing is ever enough. I couldn't create if it was. And I have to. That's what I do. That's... what I am. Now I must try it all again.
No... just let me go.
I need one last thing.
I have nothing left to give.
Your love. It's still there, isn't it?
Go ahead. Take it.

