He could feel.
Sweeney Todd could feel.
By the looks of him, he didn't.
By the looks of him, he couldn't.
And what if he didn't?
A cut on his skin… meaningless.
The scars on his back holding no memories of pain.
No painful memories…
What if he couldn't feel?
Heartache… desperation.
Lucy.
A perfect angel.
She brought him so much grief.
No.
Her absence did.
He couldn't bear it.
Knowing he'd never share another moment with her.
But he loved her.
He loved every moment he had shared with her.
If he couldn't feel?
She would be meaningless.
Every smile, every kiss, every moment…
Meaningless.
Sweeney Todd could feel.
Every feeling was unbearable.
But he couldn't lose them…
Not without losing her.