"Hana."
"Do you understand?"
"Why do you adore him so much?"
"I love him."
"You don't love him, you adore him."
"Go away, Caravaggio. Please."
"You've tied yourself to a corpse for some reason."
"He is a saint. I think. A despairing saint. Are there such things? Our desire is to protect them."
"He doesn't even care!"
"I can love him."
"A twenty-year-old who
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