Marco: 'Cause you are the piece of me, I wish I didn't need! Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why.
Jean: If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love is insanity, why are you my clarity?
Jean and Marco: *roll around on the floor with each other*
Marco: *dies*
Jean: .......... *bawling on the floor*
