CLAUDIA: Who will care for me my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?
LOUIS: What do you think she is, Madeleine? A doll?
MADELEINE: A child who cannot die...
LOUIS (softly): And the child who did die?
MADELEINE: My daughter...
CLAUDIA (whispers): Louis, what’s happening to her?
LOUIS: She is dying. It happened to you too, but you were too young to remember.
CLAUDIA: But if she dies...
LOUIS: It's only mortal death. Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even.
CLAUDIA: What do you mean?
CLAUDIA: Yes father. At last we are even.