Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore.

I am at the end. I exist no more.

You are nothing at all. Just a crack where the light slipped through.

Friendship is a tension. It makes delicate demands.

And instead my beloved, luck sent you back to me colder than ashes, later than shadow.

I will not live by rules like those.

Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With so much evil stored up in that cold dark soul of yours you breed enemies everywhere you touch.

ELECTRA: Oh but my love—now that you have travelled back down all those years to meet my heart, over all this grief of mine, do not oh love—ORESTES: What are you asking?ELECTRA: Do not turn your face from me. Don't take yourself away.

Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.