C: Vincent, you are hurt.
V: It's a kind of hurt that heals easily.
C: Tell me what you are feeling?
V: Elliot is... a king in your world.
C: Yes, in a way.
V: He can offer you so much, power to do great good, beauties undreamed of. He can walk beside you in the daylight. Last night, I... felt your fear for him, the sorrows you shared, your joy when you knew he was alive, and when death was nearest, when he...
C: When he kissed me.
V: Yes. I felt... that, too.
C: I've never felt closer Elliot than I did last night. I saw so much of what he's always kept hidden, the boy he once was, a man he could be. We almost died together and when he kissed me, just for an instant, some small part of me responded. And I wished... I wished that it was...you.
V: Once I thought I could never understand this man. Now sometimes I understand him all too well. He has his own kind of nobility.|
C: And his own kind of tragedies.
V: So many contradictions. Light, darkness, good and evil, pain and joy. How can these things live side by side in one man? ...in one world?
C: How doesn't matter, Vincent, they do. It's life.