Susan finishes undressing Syd and slips her own clothes off.  Susan lowers herself and Syd to the blanket in front of the fire.  They begin foreplay.

SUSAN: I didn’t want to die…didn’t want to leave you.  I held on as long as I could, Syd, until there was no hope.  And the infidelity…they meant nothing to me.  I would never leave you.

SYDNEY: But you did•and you don’t get to apologize for dying•it’s not fair.

SUSAN: We both held on too long.

SYDNEY: I just wasn’t prepared for you to die.  I knew the day was coming, hell, I prayed for it and even fought for it. Ending your suffering was the only merciful and humane thing I could do.  The injury took you as a person long before it took your life.  There was no hope.

SUSAN:  Some lives are taken far too early, some far too late.  I seemed to be a combination of both.  But never give up hope, Syd, even when every reason for hope has vanished•hope is a very powerful aphrodisiac.

SYDNEY:  Are you saying I did the wrong thing?

SUSAN:  You did what I asked you to do•and that wasn’t an easy promise to keep.

SYDNEY:  I prayed and prayed that you would recover, but God didn’t answer my prayers.

SUSAN: Yes she did.  It’s just that God’s answer was “no,” (smiling) and you never were very good at accepting “no” for an answer.

SYDNEY:  We were extraordinary together.

SUSAN:  And now you fear you’ll be just ordinary alone.  Listen to your hopes, Syd•not your fears. Life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure.  It’s an amazing adventure and none of us come out of it alive.  Go find yourself someone to love•and (playfully) someone who will be easier to live with than I was. 

SYDNEY:  (sarcastically) Fulfill my destiny?

SUSAN:  Don’t be so damn passive.  Destiny may lead you to the path, but the decision to take it is yours•move on!

SYDNEY: (sadly) I’ll never forget you.

SUSAN:  It’s not me I worry about you forgetting.  It’s the former idealistic you I’m afraid you can’t remember.