"Three years ago, at eighteen, you lived your life according to Eileen's design, striving for his blueprint, never considering your own feelings."
"Now, at twenty-one, you sacrifice everything for me, including your body and soul."
"...It's worth it."
Ravenna calmly replied, "The former, because my grandfather gave me hope in life. The latter, because you gave me the meaning of life... I certainly have a reason—"
"You certainly have no reason to do so," Ansel interrupted her, staring directly into Ravenna's eyes. "What Eileen bestowed is not hope, but shackles."
"And what I give you... meaning of life, I'm glad you think so, Ravenna."
"But precisely because of this, you should care more about meaning, about life itself, rather than thinking that blindly sacrificing for me will give you value and significance."
"Tell me, Ravenna," Ansel asked, "Is your heart's desire merely to pursue ideals and die for me?"
"How could it be!"