Rafe(thinking): I’ve never seen Farook cry. Not in defeat. Not in victory.

Narration(Rafe): Not slicing onions, even.

Narration(Rafe): He was a bastion of cheerful tolerance, of idealism and hope for a better future.

Narration(Rafe): He never did anything hastily or committed to any action that would hurt someone from the Resistance.

Narration(Rafe): Mrs. Qureshi, you told us so much about her and your daughters. Patiently waiting, dutiful wife.

Narration(Rafe): How have I been so willfully blind! The brush of a hand that lingered too long, once he walked her home from a meeting… I’d chalked it up to chivalry.

Farook: Life is full of suffering. Even happiness taken away can cause the deepest suffering and thus it is a mere illusion.

Alan Lyrken: Hey man, I know you’re upset but this is… this is not…

Farook: What causes suffering? How can we end it?

Narration(Rafe): The hands shoot up. And the ones Farook doesn’t call on, how unhappy they will be. How they will suffer.

Person: suffering is caused by passion. By attachment.

Narration(Rafe): Those beautiful sad words, love is agony, contact is pain, and the moment that realization begins to dawn about the unspeakable state of existence… because I was there when it all began…in the iridescent radiance of the purest light…