Restless (I) (2011)
Hiroshi Takahashi: As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. That very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero. That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you, and only you, since I was a boy. But I'm not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will instead see your eyes, like black rocks frozen in rainwater. They tell us that we must scream, "Banzai," as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name. And in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.
Enoch Brae: We have so little time to say the things we mean.
Hiroshi Takahashi: Why she looks like a boy?
Enoch Brae: He says he thinks you look really nice.
Hiroshi Takahashi: No, I didn't.
Annabel Cotton: Thank you Hiroshi.
Annabel Cotton: Who is Hiroshi?
Enoch Brae: Sort of a ghost.
Annabel Cotton: Can he fly?
Enoch Brae: He used to. He was a kamikaze.
Annabel Cotton: [to Enoch] It is getting pretty complicated.
Annabel Cotton: [to Enoch] I am the spirit of this forest. Come with me.
Hiroshi Takahashi: [to Enoch] May be you should stop going to stranger's funerals.
Annabel Cotton: About the hospital. I don't work there. I am a patient.
Enoch Brae: How long?
Annabel Cotton: Three months.
Enoch Brae: First thing, you can get a lot done in three months.
Annabel Cotton: Tell me about the birds.
Enoch Brae: What?
Annabel Cotton: The songbirds. Why do they sing in the morning?
Enoch Brae: They sing because they're happy to be alive another day.
Annabel Cotton: I've sung every morning since I met you.
Elizabeth Cotton: [to Annabel] So do you want to talk about Enoch?
Dr. Lee: We did everything we could.
Enoch Brae: I mean what do you do here. Just watch people die, make her better.
Enoch Brae: So sorry for your loss.
Annabel Cotton: [Mockingly] So Sorry for your loss.
Enoch Brae: Too formal.
Enoch Brae: [to Hiroshi] That is her, the girl I was telling you about. I'm going to go and talk her.