| Frida: |
No discourse fits for Hiroshima. No explication seems to hold. |
| Ying: |
(sighing) Poetry is usually frustrating to me. I usually have no idea what most authors whimper about . . . |
| Frida: |
(speaking louder) No discourse is apt for Nagasaki. No explication can hold. |
| Dmiritri: |
(ignoring Frida) Who said this is poetry? |
| Frida: |
(emphatically and with impatience) Do I need to repeat myself? |
| Satoru: |
(ignoring Frida entirely) Yeah. I think of it as a kaleidoscope. |
| Frida: |
You're avoiding an unpleasant truth: the human race is at the edge of WWIII. The wheels of destruction are moving, and most people are doing nothing. |
