Richard : "Looks like you've gotten yourself quite comfortable over here. You know what they say about good times, don't you?"

Richter : "Yeah. Good times never last ."

Richard : "That's right."

Richter : "I had a feeling things would catch up with me."

Richter : "Are they onto me?"

Richard : "Oh, no. This... this is much worse."

Richter : "How long do I have?"

Richard : "You? You don't have much time. No one does."

Richter : "There's nothing I can do about it, right?"

Richard : "No. By now there's nothing anyone can do about it."

Richter : "Okay. No need to fight it then."

Richard : "I'm glad you understand."

Richard : "Leaving this world is not as scary as it sounds."

You are the blood,

Flowing through my fingers,

All through the soil,

And up in those trees.

You are electricity,

And you are light,

You are sound itself,

And you are flight.