Gran. Don't say that!
Flink. You have destroyed my faith in mankind—and in myself, for I see what a mistake I made; but it will be the last I shall make! I took you to my heart of hearts—and now, the only thing I can do is to call you to account!
Gran. What do you want me to do? Tell me!
Flink. We must stand face to face—armed! You must die! (A pause.)
Gran (without seeming greatly surprised). Of the two of us, it will go hardest with you, old friend.
Flink. You think your aim will be the surer of the two? (Goes towards the table.)
Gran. I was not thinking of that—but of what your life would be afterwards. I know you.
Flink (opening the pistol-case). You need not be anxious! My life afterwards will not be a long one. What you have done has robbed me of anything to live for in this generation, and I don't aspire to live till the next. So it is all over and done with! (Takes up the pistols.)
Gran. Do you mean here—?
Flink. Why not? We are alone here.