human
Go back to her, she said to Walter after Vandecque had breathed his last, while, since there was nothing else that could be done in a place so encumbered with the dead as Marseilles was, they had left the dead man lying where he died.
gpt
Go back to her. She needs you now. Not me. Return to her,
human
And you--Marion? Walter said softly.
gpt
You! What of you? You will come with me?
human
She wants me no longer. She has you.
gpt
She needs you ever. You must never part. What shall become of her without you; what will your life be in the future if you have no longer her to tend and care for?
human
My life! My life! she cried with an upward glance at him from where she had thrown herself down.
gpt
What matters that! Every wreck is broken to pieces at last. So shall I be.