Trust them? We can’t trust them. Or any normal people. They’ll turn on us in a second.  (a beat) You’re a fool. You don’t even realize what you’ve done here.

You’ve taught me how to love again.  I never thought anyone could do that.

Tuck figured it early on. It’s the spring. We all drank from it, even the horse. Had to be. The source of our changelessness. (starting to get emotional) I begged her to come back. For me. And find the spring and drink from it. The children, too. It was our only hope to be together. She made up her mind I’d sold my soul to the Devil…and she left me. She took my babies with her.  Everyone…pulled away after that. There was talk of witchcraft…black magic. I went looking for wars to fight. And I saw brave men die at Vera Cruz, and then Gettysburg. Thousands, in the blink of an eye.  But not me. I couldn’t die. (now on the verge of tears) Like little Anna. The influenza took her before she’s fifteen. And Beau. He’d be almost eighty now if he were still alive. And my sweet…my sweet young bride. She died in an insane asylum. Old and alone. But I’m still here! I’m still here!