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Kris: Why aren't you asleep?

Hari: You don't love me.

Kris: Stop it Hari.

Hari: We need to talk.

Kris: About what?"

Hari: Kris, you understand that I don't know where I came from. Maybe you know.

Kris: What's with you?

Hari: Stop, don't interrupt. If you know, but you can't tell me now, perhaps one day you will.

Kris: What are you talking about? I don't understand a thing, honestly.

Hari: You don't want to tell me. You're afraid. Then I'll tell you. I'm not Hari. Hari is dead. She poisoned herself. I'm somebody else.

Kris: Who told you this?

Hari: Sartorius just told me.

Kris: Last night.

Hari: It would have been better if you told me yourself.

Kris: My God, what's the difference?

Hari: How have you lived all this time? Were you in love with anyone?

Kris: I don't know.

Hari: Did you ever think of me?

Kris: Yes, but not all the time. Only when I felt unhappy.

Hari: You know, it feels like somebody is tricking us. And the longer this fog lasts, the worse it will be for you in the end. Particularly for you, Kris. How can I help you? Tell me. And her, the other one, what happened to her?

Kris: We argued. Towards the end we argued a lot. I gathered my things and left. She made me understand without saying it directly, but when you live with someone for a long time, such things aren't necessary. I was sure they were just words, but then I remembered I'd left the laboratory specimens in the refrigerator. I had brought them from the laboratory and explained how they worked. I got scared. I wanted to go to her. But then I thought it would look like I had taken her words seriously. After three days, I couldn't take it anymore and I went to see her. When I got there she was already dead. There was a needle mark on her arm.

Tarkovsky, "Solaris"