Nitram: Why didn't you cry? Mum: What? Nitram: When the police found him, you didn't cry. How come? Mum: Just because I don't cry doesn't mean I'm not hurting. Mum: What about you. Why didn't you cry? Mum: Do you even miss him? Nitram: No. Mum: He really loved you. Nitram: Not enough to stick around, though. Mum: Yeah, he was so unwell. Nitram: So? Nitram: Everyone else feels shitty all the time, walks around feeling fucking sad. Why couldn't he? Mum: I don't know Nitram: If anyone should have walked into that dam, it was me. I'm the one no-one listens to. I'm the retard. Mum: Oh, don't say that. Nitram: You and dad would always argue about it, wouldn't you? Mum: No, we didn't. Nitram: Slow means the same thing, mum. You're not different than all them kids who call me Nitram at school. Mum: Well... that's not true. I'm your mother. Nitram: No. Mum: Yes, I gave birth to you. Nitram: Sometimes I watch myself. But I don't know who- who it is that I'm looking at. Like... I can't get to him. If I could- I could just change him so that he was like everyone else, but I don't know how. So instead, I'm- I'm here. Stuck here... like this. Eating this shit. Talking to you all because I'm not a coward like him. Mum: I really- I don't- understand what you're... talking about. Nitram: It doesn't matter, mum. Neither do I.