RIKI
This is love beyond love. This is earth and air—sea and sky.
AOYAGI
I do not even know your name.
RIKI
What does my name matter? I am I—you are you.
AOYAGI
I love Obaa-San, my mother.—I feel happy in her arms;—I felt at peace;—but now I feel that I must go to you.—I am fearful—yet I must go.—You are—
RIKI
I am Riki. But what can Riki mean that already my eyes have not said?