Most of the time, most days, I feel nothing. I don't feel anything. It is so boring. I wake up and I think, again, really? I have to do this again? And what I really don't understand is how come everyone else isn't screaming with, with boredom, too, and I try to find ways to make myself feel something. More, and more, and more, but it doesn't make any difference. No matter what I do, I don't feel anything. I hurt myself; it doesn't hurt. I buy what I want; I don't want it. I do what I like; I don't like it. I'm just so bored.
Villanelle: You're ruining the moment. Eve: What do you think is happening here? Villanelle: What? I think we... Eve: You think we'd be what? Become Bonnie and Clyde? Just go on a killing spree, cut a few throats? Villanelle: Stop it. Eve: You want me to be a mess. You want me to be scared! But I'm like you now. Not afraid of anything. This is what you wanted. Villanelle: This is what YOU wanted! This is what you wanted. [Eve backs away] No, Eve. Why are you being like this? You love me.