This is a different world, Alex. There are different endings here. There's a new story and we write it.

[She wants to take his hand but she thinks she'd squeeze too tightly, cling to what destroys her over and over again like a mantra and a purpose. She sees too much of herself in him, the person she was when she came to Wonderland, alive only because the job was not done.]

All I'm asking is that we can talk about it. That's all I want, for you to slow down enough for one real conversation. Can you not just-- just talk to me for the last time we might ever see each other?