| Quote #10
[Clare:] It's lying on its back, trying to breathe, its tiny ribcage quivering, but it's too soon, it's convulsing, and blood is gushing from the cord. […] his skin is almost imaginary, […] I can see right through him and my hands are empty and he's gone, gone. (2.12.11)
Clare watches her little baby boy on the verge of life and death, knowing that he's ultimately not fit to live. She witnessed the fragility of life.