— God, Belle. Thank you.
— What?
— I meant... I meant when... when I... when I was in the coma... all I wanted to do was let go. After all I'd done, why did I deserve to live?... And then I heard something... your voice. After all the things I've done to you... you still stood by me. Belle. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be alive. Thank you.
— Come on...