Everything is lost.
She's gone.
- Devon.
- Oh, Cynthia, Lady Anne.
My love, she's gone.
I-I saved the child.
How can I go on?
I tried to tell her not to start a fire.
I told her.
She must have done it anyway.
It makes no sense.
Um, see, fires are very dangerous.
Not to be blunt, but it makes total sense, scientifically, I mean.
I'm all alone now.
You have me.
I still love you.
Oh, she was my world.
(whispers) No.
This head, this inanimate, yet beautiful thing,
I shall carry it forth like a badge of woe, a constant reminder of a world without hope,
- without love.
- But I love you.
Without a dream!
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