Altair: I–I can’t. [quiet] I’m sorry.

Ume:  I didn’t think so.

Ume: Not in the way I used to…

Altair: I can’t believe–

Ume: Can’t believe what? That after all of these years of being your second choice I might not want to be anymore?

Altair: How can you say that? That isn’t true at all.

Ume: Isn’t it though, Altair? Look at me and tell me that I’m the one you want here. If you can… then I promise you I will stay and find a way to make this work.

Ume: Is that really what you want?

Altair: It doesn’t really matter what either of us wants at this point, does it? The baby will be here any day now and we have to do what’s best for her.

Ume: Is it really best for her?

Altair: …

Ume: You know what it’s like to grow up with parents that don’t love each other… do we really want to put our child through that?

Altair: Are you saying you don’t love me anymore?

Ume: Is this what you really want?

Altair: What the fudge do you mean, “is this what I really want”?

Ume: You can’t pretend like you don’t feel it too… I don’t think either of us is happy with the way things are.

Altair: It’s not like any of this happened under ideal circumstances… I just thought that we would, I don’t know? Figure it out somewhere along the way.

Altair: Is something bothering you? You seem really tense tonight.

Ume: I… [sighs] Altair… we need to talk.

Altair: Uh-oh…

[shuffling]