Delia Surridge:
[Curtains are drawn back, allowing moonlight to come in]
It's you, isn't it? You've come to kill me?
V:
Yes.
Delia Surridge:
Thank God.
Delia Surridge:
After what happened. After what they did. I thought about killing myself. I knew that one day you'd come for me. I didn't know what they were going to do. I swear to you. Read my journal.
V:
What they did was only possible because of you.
Delia Surridge:
Oppenheimer was able to change more than a course of a war. It changed the entire course of human history. Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope?
V:
I've not come for what you've hoped to do. I've come for what you did.
Delia Surridge:
It's funny. I was given one of your roses today. I wasn't sure you were the terrorist until I saw it. What a strange coincidence that I should be given one today.
V:
There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the illusion of coincidences.
[Holds up a rose]
V:
I have another rose and this one is for you.
Delia Surridge:
[Delia accepts and surveys the rose]
You're going to kill me now?
V:
[Holds up a syringe]
I killed you ten minutes ago... while you slept.
Delia Surridge:
Is there any pain?
V:
No.
Delia Surridge:
Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize?
V:
[voice goes soft]
Never...
Delia Surridge:
I'm so sorry.
[Delia slowly slumps backwards, into her pillow]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:04