Irene Athanasia can’t understand how Fotis thinks… Aris Who can? Irene His friends. Time. You, can’t you? Aris There is a difference between simple and simplified! Irene What do you mean? Aris Fotis’s simplicity is not simplified… Medium shot. Irene So what? Time. How about you? Aris When you reach a mountain’s tip, you realize that blue is unattainable. Irene So what! Aris Why do you think that somebody must be comprehensible to all? Irene Because that’s how society functions… Aris And what if Fotis doesn’t belong to this society? Irene Are you serious? Medium close shot. Aris He has a very different way of thinking… Irene And does this mean that he’s superior to us? Aris No, only that he’s different… Irene And what right does this give to him… Aris To the contrary, he has no right. Sad. His very existence even… Close up. Irene What are you trying to say? Aris Societies don’t like differences. Medium shot. Irene But he thinks even over death in a different way! Aris But isn’t death the point of reference to life? Irene Whatever I might tell you, you support him… Why? Aris Because I know how many things he does for us… Irene No matter how many things he does, Athanasia suffers… Aris If Athanasia suffers is not Fotis’s fault… Medium close shot. Irene But then whose? Aris Hers... Irene And Fotis? Aris Fotis is not made for this… He has another role… Irene And how do you know this? Aris I know it as I know that the Lagoon is blue… Silence. Close up. Irene Why did you stop? Aris I thought that Fotis is like the ocean… Time. Simple like the ocean… On a street. Full shot. Athanasia Where are you going? John I’m going to find Fotis… Athanasia Again? John What’s the matter? Medium shot. Athanasia Surprised. But what is he doing there? John Would you like to come with me? Athanasia No. I’d rather not! John As you want… Athanasia You didn’t answer to me! John Whatever I might tell you, you won’t believe it…Time. He lives the stone memory… Close up. Athanasia On the Lagoon? John It’s there where our memory used to live… Athanasia All this is useless now… Peter is dead! Do you hear me? John Peter now lives inside us and you know it, my dear Athanasia… He is hugging her. Medium shot. Athanasia Why does he avoid me? John The lighthouse of memory avoids nobody… He lives alone for the others!