Narration(Xander): Every absurdity of age…every patch of gray fuzz…
Narration(Xander): the paunch that doesn’t show when I wear a shirt…
Narration(Xander): all stings and spots and speckles…and fragility.
Narration(Xander): I didn’t feel her in this room. …even now her mind is utterly…
Narration(Xander):…blank
Kore: I won’t have to kill you.
Kore: I’ll just outlast you a year or two, you’re dying already.
Kore: Oh god, why you?
Kore: How will I live with myself?
Narration(Xander): Then something clicks.