Cross: You are such a strange creature. You confound me, Annaka, genuinely you do.
Annaka, pathetically: It’s not my fault-
Cross: It’s the world’s, I know by now. Tell me. Do you love people?
Annaka, crying: I don’t know! I don’t want to know! I’m so scared the answer is no! That I just don’t care about anyone or anything but myself. And I can’t be like that because people like that have to be beautiful to be loved! You either are ugly and thus must give. Or you are beautiful and ‘get’ like you, you eternal conquering hero!
Cross: As if I haven’t been taken from! As if I haven’t lost everything.
Annaka: Then maybe you’re ugly. Maybe they see that greedy, horrible thing inside you and take from you knowing you’ll give!
Cross: Annaka. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You have no idea what it means to give!
Annaka: I gave my youth! I gave more and more of my life! I gave more than you can possibly imagine!
Cross, raising his head: Oh? Than I can imagine?
Annaka: You can look down on me from your fucking cross all you want. I didn’t nail you there.
Cross: I climbed up here myself! To get a better view of you!
Annaka: Then die up there!
Cross: Not Until You Look!