Mellie: I remember waking up. That’s the part you never talk about. Henri: Because it’s the part you think you saw. Mellie: I saw enough. I saw you standing there. I saw her on her knees. And then— (It snaps its fingers) —you did it. Henri: You woke up at the worst possible second. Mellie: Funny how that’s always your excuse. Henri: It’s not an excuse. It’s the truth. Mellie: The truth is, you didn’t even hesitate. Henri: Because if I had, you wouldn’t be here. Mellie: Don’t put my life on top of her grave. Henri (standing now): I’m not. She did that. Mellie: You don’t get to speak for her. Henri: I was the only one who could hear her. [Mellie stiffens.] Mellie: I was right there. Henri: You were unconscious. Your head hit the floor when they tied us up. You didn’t wake up until— (his voice falters) —until it was already happening. Mellie: I heard her scream. Henri: She screamed because you moved. Mellie: What? Henri: You made a sound. And he looked at you and smiled. That’s when Hailey looked at me. [Henri swallows.] Henri: She didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She just shook her head and mouthed, ‘don’t let him finish this.’ Mellie: Stop. Henri: She knew if he pulled that trigger, he wouldn’t stop at one. Mellie (voice breaking): Then why do I remember you aiming like you’d already decided? Henri: Because I had decided. Hours earlier. The second he said your name. [Silence stretches.] Mellie: So all I saw was the ending. Henri: Yeah. You missed everything before it. Mellie: I thought you chose her because it was easier. Henri: There was nothing easy about killing my twin. Mellie: Then why didn’t you tell me any of this? Henri: Because you are fifteen and already carrying her death in your chest. I wasn’t going to add choice to it. Mellie: You let me hate you. Henri: I deserved it. Mellie: No. You deserved the truth. [Mellie sits down, suddenly exhausted.] Mellie: I built three years of memories on a lie. Henri: On a moment taken out of order. Mellie: I still see it wrong. Even now. Henri: I know. Trauma doesn’t rewind cleanly. [Quiet.] Mellie: …She really didn’t blame you? Henri: She made sure you wouldn’t. [Mellie presses its fingers into its eyes.] Mellie: I don’t know how to forgive you. Henri: Then don’t. Just… stop hating me for something I didn’t choose. [Mellie looks at him—really looks.] Mellie: I can try. Henri (soft): That’s enough.
The conversation they needed…. They finally talk about the past and how it affected them. Which is great because they need to stop holding grudges lmao
