Armin goes to Katja.
He says: "Have you been alone long enough?"
She says: "Yes, I think so."
"I have to go the police tomorrow morning. Can I stay at night?"
"Yes, please stay."
"The night won't be enough. Maybe... Can you do me a favour?"
"What favour?"
"Dress my eyes."
"No."
"Blind me."
"Never."
"Don't let me alone with them. They show so many things I don't want to see."
"Are you still willing to live?"
"I live."
"Seeing belongs to that. Your eyes aren't a gift of death they are part of your life."
"So I must enjoy the night while they are useless like an appendix."
"The night is your saviour because it makes your eyes senseless?"
"Yes but night is not only beautiful, dark and blind, it sharpens the other senses. It sharpens my ears, my nose and my fingers and condemns me to live old pictures anew."
"So. Where can you find your salvation? How could you resist the total stupefaction? How can you stay here any longer, with me, here? Can't you see the difference? You have taken me off my stupor and I thank you for that. But you? You aspire it, with all your destroying strength. You have shown me life and you want to stiffen, hot, cold? It is like an icy desert. Your life is named death."
"No."
"Death - death - death."
"I..."
"You hate this life."
"I love this life and I love death, that belongs to life."
"Your hate belongs to the senseless time, fine, the constitutions, fine, but your hate also belongs to the colours, the senses."
"At the beginning it was black or white. Then I recognized the shades of grey and now I find my self in a sea of colours and the next step is black. I do not hate colours and senses, but I know the next step is the dark or better nothing."
"You are afraid of sinking into your sea of colours and long for monotony."
"Monotony means unity - and isn't life more unity than a difference?"
"Your unity means monotony. Is your life this desperate, dark desert or is it colourfully alternating?"
"Your thoughts breach on the shell of reality."
"But Armin wasn't it you who preached the illusion of truth?"
"I still do. But colours are only fine shades of grey, which do not reveal what is darker: red or green. My eyes cannot help me with that. And what do your ears say? Colours - they only make the game more confusing. Dark is liberation from the colourful chaos. It is no order, it is unity."
"You try to hide from the colours that decay to make-up in you. The darkest grey has to be replaced through quality of colours. It is 'if' and not 'how much'."
"Do you want me to comprehend the beauty of your idea?"
"I only want you to life a while, that I do not have to love my life in loneliness."
"That is pure egoism."
"It stays an island in the sea of colours."
"May I stay silent?"