Body: how much longer?
Courage: little.
Fear: little...we've been walking for years...and still little to go. Little...you said that last month as well...and the one before that and the one before that...listen...how much longer is it really...tell us...I can't stand it anymore, I don't have any strength left...soul...how much longer...?
Courage: I said it, it's close.
Fear: little...do any of you know where we are going...? Body? Mind? Why don't you answer...? Courage...do we have to go to this place? Why...? Everything was fine at home, why did we leave? come on Courage...let's go back home...nobody knows where we are going and why, it's crazy to continue, come on soul...let's go back...I can't take it anymore, soul...! Body is exhausted...come on, let's stop for a moment, look at mind, it's barely holding on...animus...let's stop...!
Courage: we are almost there, not long to go, hang on a little longer.
Fear: Courage, I want to go home, come on...let's go back...I can't take it anymore...at least tell me where we are going, Courage...answer...!
Mind: Courage, we can't go on like this. We are on our last ration of food, water is completely depleted, body wounds are getting worse, and we don't have the means to treat them, fear is on the verge of a crisis, my eyesight has already begun to blur and your legs...are in a pitiful condition. You know better than me, at this rate the only one to survive will be...rage....
Courage: give the last ration of food to body and use whatever is left to slow down its infection. Fear is a child...but he will understand.... you know it yourself, at this point we have no other option...we can only continue....
Mind: body won't resist much longer, I have nothing left to slow down his infection and fear, frankly he has no more hope, he's still a child...he's seen things a child should never have seen...he needs to...
Courage: they took them, mind, we'll never get them back and even if they ever come back, you know it yourself...it wouldn't be the same...fear will have to accept it or...
Anger: Courage...stop this shit. They are coming for us...and none of you dickheads are able to continue. Look me in the face...do you want to let us die, like you did with heart...answer fuck, look fear, look at him...do you want them to kill a child, whose only fault is being a child, answer...look at us dickheads...you understand that all this is your fault right...? If you hadn't started spouting your bullshit, no one would have left home and heart and soul would still be here with us...you and your fucking dreams and your fucking justice, tell me...all that talk now is going to save us, huh...fucking answer!
Mind: calm down, anger...
Anger: what the fuck do you want? It was your job to keep this bastard in line, no...? as far as I'm concerned, you got blood on your hands too. You all fucking aroud, you, mind, body and even that asshole who doesn't even consider us...slow down asshole! Stop it!
Time: no...you, who are you...?