Tell me again where to hide.
- It is a secret as well.
Was it spring?
- Along my dubious veins.
Come closer, listen!
- Another fruit I have tasted before.
Is it about me?
- No. It is about war.
Is it about me?
- Yes. Only the part where you're tired.
It has something to do with that song.
- About the divorced father, yes.
Is there honor in this, or a point even?
- Not in me, no.
You do it to get off.
- I beat you to it.
It's because I am weak and you know it.
- ...
Knew.
- Stupid statement.
You hate me.
- Yes.
Then tell me again where to hide.
- Hide inside me.