Ben: Maybe this is a search for all I lost long ago… to find the feelings I could only touch alongside the darkness in dreams. And… so I have become as you see. A shadow of the truth. A me that is not me… except what is known to others. I don’t care about the truth… because they would hate me if they knew what I really am. I’ll live a lie for it… Even if they’ll love a me that is not me.

Zeb: *rasps* Definitely young. Maybe someday, Ben, when you are trying to be yourself, and yourself is something so far away in time… *sighs* Just be careful. It is possible to get stuck in that place between.

Ben: Who knows. Maybe I’m already there. The I only thing I know for certain is… that I never want to hear it again. The anguish that can be caused by my own hands.