Flora: I don’t see why you’re so mad.

Pantomime: It’s private.

Flora: This isn’t a memory, is it?

Pantomime: No. It’s not. 

Flora: Oh, shit! You’re in love with her. Does she know?

Pantomime: She can never know.

Flora: What!? Why not? 

You should tell her. Have you seen the way she looks at you? I’m sure that she feels–

Virtue: A̴r̵e̶n̷’̵t̸ ̷I̵ ̴j̵u̶s̷t̸ ̵a̷s̵ ̵i̵m̴p̵o̵r̴t̸a̷n̴t̵ ̴a̷s̴ ̶t̶h̵e̶y̶ ̷a̴r̴e̸?̸

Pantomime: Y̸o̸u̸’̵r̵e̷ ̴e̸v̴e̴n̵ ̶m̶o̴r̸e̶ ̵i̶m̸p̴o̴r̵t̷a̶n̵t̸.̸