[She takes his hand. She doesn't look happy--but it's nothing to do with him. It's the situation. She doesn't want to be here, and even more than that, she doesn't want people she cares about to be here.]

I hate that when I was young I thought the world was fair and kind--when I was just lucky.

I hate that even knowing how it ended, I wouldn't do anything different. Or maybe I don't hate it, I don't know.

[It's difficult.]

I hate that you're right--I am kind and caring. But if we somehow make it out of here, or if we meet in the next life, I'm begging you not to tell anyone.