Inman: [to Ada] If you could see my inside, or whatever you want to name it; my spirit, that s what I fear. I think I m ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground but I wasn t ready. But if I had... if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead! How could I write to you after what I d done? What I d seen?
Ada: What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood. All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it.
Inman: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.
英曼:你一直在帮助我不让我滑进某些黑暗的地方。
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.
阿达:但是我该怎么帮你?我们几乎对彼此不了解。一些瞬间。
Inman: A thousand moments. They re like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don t matter if they re real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that s real. You were always carrying a tray.