← raises herself up and shouts. ✎
← Little Antigone is going to be able to be herself for the first time in her life. 🔊✎
← What will it be, my happiness? What kind of happy woman is little Antigone going to become? What miserable things is she going to have to do, her as well, so that she can gnaw out her little morsel of happiness? Tell me, who's she going to lie to, who's she going to smile at, who's she going to sell herself to? Who's she going to let die while she looks the other way? 🔊✎
← I understand her now. Antigone was made to die. Maybe she didn't know it herself, but Polynices was just an excuse. If she'd had to change her mind this time, she'd have found something else. What was important for her was to say no and die. 🔊✎
← (She is so small in the middle of the great empty room. She looks like she's cold. She wraps her arms around herself. ✎
← Antigone is at the far end of the tomb. She has hanged herself with her belt of blue and green and red cords, which looks like a child's necklace on her, and Haemon, kneeling, holds her in his arms and groans, his face buried in her gown. They move away another block and Creon can finally enter. You see his white hair in the shadows in the depths of the cave. He tries to raise up Haemon, he begs him. 🔊✎