That's the only thing you said that I was afraid of. [She pulls back so she can look at him.] Everything else... no one should fault you for. Or I've already seen it.

[She looks back down at his chest, almost reaches out again to feel it but decides at the last minute not to.] And your heart doesn't sound like a rifle. And I've heard one, believe me. Your heart sounds like mine.

[Elizabeth tries a smile, and though it comes out weak the sentiment is there.] I used to think everyone was simple to understand. That everyone had one driving force, and they were either good or evil. And I nearly fell into that trap before I realized that people are so... complex. A whole library sits inside of everyone, and if I was asked to pick one book that was supposed to encompass all of me... I couldn't do it. No one is ever that simple or singular. No offense meant towards your friend.