human
Disaster? he said.
gpt
Disaster because I love you? Where? How? Say, there's no disaster in my love for you. There can't be. All I ask, all I need is jest to make your path--easier. Your troubles ain't yours any longer. They sure ain't. They're mine, now, if you'll jest hand 'em to me. Disaster? No, no, little gal. Don't you to cry. Don't. Your eyes weren't made for cryin'. They're jest given you to be a man's hope. For you to see just how much love he's got for you.
human
No, no, Buck. I must not listen. I dare not. It is my fate. My terrible fate. You don't understand. Beasley was right. I _was_ responsible for Ike's death. For Pete's death. But not in the way he meant. It is my curse. They loved me, and--disaster followed instantly. Can't you see? Can't you see? Oh, my dear, can't you see that this same disaster must dog you--now?
gpt
Your fate?
human
Yes, yes. I am cursed. Oh, Joan suddenly gave a shrill laugh that was painful to hear.
gpt
Every man that has ever told me--what you have told me--has met with disaster, and--death.