Do you believe in God?
I used too. Now…I don't think I do.
Why not?
I'm here, aren't I?
You believed in an interventionist God?
I don't know.
You don't know? Can't you remember?
(Silence)
The shock therapy will do that. I'm sorry, but it was necessary.
(Silence)
Will I ever…
What?
Will I ever be the way I used to be?
No, but that's a good thing.
You're turning me into a vegetable. You're turning me into the mental equivalent of some stupid housewife who spend her days in a bathrobe and curlers and filthy slippers sitting in front of the tellie.
Don't you want to be normal?
Define 'normal'. I want my life back.
And you will have it back, Integra. Soon. I promise you. Soon this will all seem like a bad dream and you can go home.
Promise?
I promise. Have I ever lied to you?
(Silence)
I'm your friend. I love you, Integra. You're my very dear friend and I care about you very much.
(Silence)
Ah, Integra. Integra, Integra, Integra. You're so beautiful when you cry. You're a beautiful soft woman. Why did you need to hide that all of those years?
(Silence)
I know your father died when you were very young. Is that why you felt the need to be so strong? Was there no one to protect you?
(Silence)
I'll protect you now. I promise. You'll never be alone again, and you'll never have to be strong the way you were. Your hair is so soft. It smells so good.