[last lines]
James:
Look at me, Harper.
[She turns to face him]
James:
So I died. My arm was ripped through by an iron railing. My ankle snapped, my internal organs crushed. This is what you did.
Harper:
James... what is it that you want from me?
James:
Your love.
Harper:
[sighs]
Yeah.
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