“We’re like a tree leaf. Every single one of us, a leaf. Beautiful, fragile, proud . . . imperfect too.” “Colorful.” “Yes, colorful. Or shriveled. Delicate . . . The tree is humanity. We each are one of the leaves. And we dance in the wind and need the other trees to live, and we hold on for the calm. Édith was one leaf, your father another. And Damien. And you. And I, holding on here. The game of life is designed so they fall one by one.”
