CLOV (fixed gaze, tonelessly)
Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished.
Grain upon grain, one by one, suddenly there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.
I can't be punished any more. (1.1)
Enough, it's time it ended, in the shelter too.
And yet I hesitate to…to end. Yes, there it is, it's time it ended and yet I hesitate to—
—to end. (1.2)
Could you not?
Would you like me to scratch you?
Are you crying again?
I was trying. (1.209-210)