Who are you?
You know who I am. You’ve been writing letters to me for years.
No. I write to God. Or to someone I can’t see.
Same difference. We all invent our own gods, don’t we?
(Pause.)
Why do you look so tired?
Because I learned too much. About countries. About faith. About people.Knowledge can make your heart heavy, like carrying water uphill.
But you still believe in things, right? You used to say that love could change the world.
It can. But the world doesn’t always want to be changed.
Then why keep trying?
Because not trying is worse.Because every time you stop, someone else loses the strength to start.
Did we ever go home?
(after a long silence)Home was never a place, Siona.It was a question we carried too far.
And did we ever find an answer?
Only this — that you keep walking.
Even when they call you lost.
Even when the river has no bridge.
Will I become you?
You already have.