← He goes to his couch and puts his head in his hands. Silence. INÈS starts singing to herself: ✎
← I feel weird. (She pats herself with her hands.) Maybe it’s not like that for you, but when I don’t have a mirror I can touch myself but I’m still not sure I’m really there. 🔊✎
← (They look at each other. ESTELLE smiles, a little fascinated despite herself.) ✎
← She drops the knife. Pause. INÈS picks it up and stabs herself furiously. ✎