ANTOINE: I’m so tired.
ARTHUR: I know. I know. You’re always… worrying about other people. Just… may I share something with you, Antoine?
ANTOINE: M’lord?
ARTHUR: I’ve known you… before.
JOHN: His eyes remain still, fixated on a point in the distance.
ARTHUR: Well, after. I-In actuality. After this. Beyond all of this, I… I… can’t explain how, but I know you. W-We never met, um. But I saw the man you were to become.
JOHN: His eyes flick towards us. His eyelids flutter weakly, but… remain open.
ANTOINE: Who was I to become?
ARTHUR: A great man. A passionate, loyal man. Devoted to a cause… unyielding, uh. And u-unapologetically true to yourself. You… You did… wonderful things.
ANTOINE: Was I kind?
ARTHUR (chuckling): The kindest. I’ve heard. Compassionate, yes, uh. Caring… loving…
ANTOINE: Loving? Did I have… love?
ARTHUR: The purest kind. The love of your friends.
JOHN: He smiles.

















