J: "How can I be left to this pain?"
M: "We shall do our utmost to heal you."
J: "Some things don’t take healing. As is my desire, put an end to this now."
M: " I’ll suffer no more of this."
J: "I won’t get past this. Will you force me to beg?"
M: "I gave a promise to your mother - peace on her soul - that no harm would come to you."
J: "Late is the hour, oh godfather."
M: "And Claire? Would she just be a widow, forsaken? Your head’s in the porridge (you’re not thinking straight). You haven’t a single thought for her."
J: "I haven’t a single thought of anything but her."
[translated in english by greatscotblog.com/]