Karen: Gin, please. Gin: Stop begging. Karen: Oh, no, I was ordering. Gin, please. Please, you have to forgive me. I have no other choice. Gin: The question is, can you forgive yourself for casting me out after leaving me so hideously deformed? Unable to dance. To skip. To read. Karen: Why can't you read? Gin: Eh, I don't want to.


Karen is talking to Gin in a restaurant about Gin's childhood accident.