Mother: *What* are you?
HIM: Me? I, am I. You? You were home.
Mother: Where are you taking me?
HIM: The beginning.
HIM: It won't hurt much longer.
Mother: What hurts me the most is that I wasn't enough.
HIM: 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. And now I must try it all again.
Mother: No. Just let me go.
HIM: I need one last thing.
Mother: I have nothing left to give.
HIM: Your love. It's still there, isn't it?
Mother: Go ahead. Take it.