"Are you dying, Little Girl?"
"Aren't we all?"
"Not all."
"I've been dying for a long time. And remember when I was the living dead? I'm back there."
"You will save yourself."
"No. No, I won't."
"Then who will?"
"Nobody. I don't want them to. I'm ready to go on. I can't take this anymore. I can't bear it. I've always tried. I've always tried so hard. And what's it for, Uriel? What's it for? Nothing! It's for nothing! Even if it's extraordinary, that's forgotten in the end. And it hurts too much. It hurts too much. Take me to the World to Come. Take me away from this place. I can't stand the emptiness. I can't stand the prospect of so many years waiting and waiting. What am I waiting for, Uriel? I'm waiting for a retribution that will never come. I'm not waiting anymore. Hope fades eventually. Doesn't it?"
"Aah, Little Girl, you will never grow up."
"I was never a little girl."
"As you wish."
"I was always a hypocrisy, a dichotomy. I was always more than one thing. And it never made sense. It scared everyone away. I don't blame them."
"What shall I do with you?"
"Make me disappear. Make my love count for something. Don't send me one of those faux friends and don't you dare haunt my dreams with the imposters of a soul who doesn't exist."