Simon: What's going on? Mina. Do you really want to die? Let me ask you something, Mina. Do you know yourself? You, who decides to kill yourself, but do you really know who you are? Do you know that self? I mean, there are 60 trillion cells inside of you. Do you know that? I mean, how often do you think about that? Mina.
Mina: I don't.
Simon: Yes, you do. You think about them all the time. You just don't think about it in the right way, I mean... If your body is an apartment complex, those 60 trillion cells are your... your tenants. They need ventilation, right? So you breathe. They need nourishment, so you eat. When they seek renewal, they nudge you with a little bit of a... sexual urge. What you do is what they need. You have five senses, Mina: sight, smell, sound, taste... and touch. But what is their purpose? Hmm? To see the world outside. To see everything, to feel everything, to taste everything, to touch everything. But they're completely useless when it comes to seeing what's inside of you. Right? When you're eating something, at what point do you not feel it anymore?
[holds throat]
Simon: About here? I mean, there's a party going on inside of you, but you're not invited. The only time they nudge you again is when it's time to get rid of the garbage. But don't fool yourself. They need you. They need you to see the outside world, like a submarine crew.
[puts hands over Mina's eyes]
Simon: You're their sonar. That is your function. You need to feed them. Everyone forgets they're just a slave to them. You're just a slave. And you start thinking about yourself. And you start thinking about your death and not theirs. And it's not fair, because they're the ones living, not you. You may be dead already.
Mina: Now I really want to kill myself.
