← Like my father, yes! We're the kind of people who get to the bottom of things. Right until there really isn't the smallest amount of hope left, the tiniest little possibility of hope to strangle. We're the kind of people who jump on it when we see it, your hope, your dear hope, your filthy hope! 🔊✎
← Haemon does not hear him. And then suddenly he stands up, his eyes black, and he has never looked so much like the little boy he once was. He stares at his father without saying a word, for a whole minute, and then suddenly, he spits in his face and draws his sword. Creon jumps back out of reach. 🔊✎