[Allen sees it in the gardens. In the life she can bring, when the world is so full of death. Sometimes his head is so full of the twisted faces of tortured souls that it can feel like there's nothing else. Then he can touch the petal of a flower and remember that the world is so much more.]

You do.

[But he sees those tortured faces, and he doesn't think anyone deserves to have to see that.]

I've always liked the rain. Maybe I shouldn't. Through most of my life... bad things happen when it rains. [From the trouble that comes with the lack of audience, to watching blood pool as outside the window a storm rages. But in his dreams it's always the sun leaching away at him.] I like the snow too - and I almost died in it. So maybe I just have it all mixed up.