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Vincent is listening to Catherine singing a lullaby for Ellie:
Sleep my pretty one |
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V: I watched you a moment ago with Ellie. C: My mother used to sing me that song. I haven't heard it since. I think she must made it up. V: You are remarkable. C: I hope you are not talking about my singing. V: No, but how much you give to all of us. C: It's to be able to give sort of all you've given to me. |
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C: Poor man... to come so far only to have his dream turn to ashes in his hands. Even if Dimitri had lived, he would've found his Anna too late. V: Perhaps he knew that. Even when he first received her letter. C: And he came anyway. V: He loved her. He had no choice. C: Even though he already knew. V: One either moves toward love or away from it, Catherine, there's no other direction. |