[He's quietly mortified when he turns to look at her.]

... I don't know.

[The words are about as lost as they can sound, as he drops his head into his hands.]

I don't know. I'm just... scared. Because they're gone, and I should be jumping for joy, but I'm scared, like I'm going to close my eyes and they'll still have been there all along, telling me what a joke I am for ever having hope that it was over.

Should anyone put their faith in me, Marta?