M: The moon has gone. So have you. Now it's my turn. Everything comes with pain. Both confronting an ugly personality, and blindly maintaining reason. And pain has its compensation. What I'm about to do is like balancing the checkbooks. I have been fair with all, that's why I gave it my best to answer you. So let me hear YOU now. What is joy?

F: To rip into pieces those who exalt in life.

M: Is joy to give death?

F: No, it's to snatch away life.

M: Where does anger come from?

F: Suspicion for others.

M: To what end does it lead?

F: There is no end.

M: Why are you sad?

F: ... dissapointment in those around me.

M: Then don't expect anything from them.

F: There are as many hopes as there are people...

M: Did you look for the "Blue Bird of Happiness"?

F: I did, to become happy... but I couldn't find it.

M: Of course you couldn't. Not inside intestines, anyway. Besides, only humans can find that.