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Spiteful.

I think

poison must be burning your eyes.

Know what scares me?

No.

Having seen only ugliness.

Meaning?

Want to kiss me?

I don't know.

Go on, do it.

Right now?

When push comes to shove...

Sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.

Was it good?

We're being watched.

I'll beat him up.

Ice cream?

I want to go home, Mathias.

- If I strip, will you stay?

- No.

See you later.

Hey, Cinderella!

Lupo...

Want to go out?

I can't even open the door...

Come here!

All of you, come on!

That door, there.

Hi.

I've brought you stuff.

Biscuits...

Coke...

And a first-aid kit.

Sorry, it's all I had.

Antiseptic, bandages...

This doesn't sting.

Take it, it's for you.

You're going?

Wait!

Hello!

August 20th.

Sunrise:
6:50 am.

Sunset:
8:58 pm.

14 hours and 8 minutes of light.

20 minutes lost in 5 days.

I can't see in low light now.

I thought I was ready,

but it came as a shock.

I slept against him.

The circle is closing.

Animals lurk in the dark, waiting.

Will my dreams vanish too?

I'd gouge out my eyes to end it.

Mathias said civilization is ending.

Night is taking over.

August 22nd.

Sunrise:
6:52 am.

Sunset:
8:54 pm.

14 hours and 2 minutes of light.

The wound is healing.

His face is incredible.

Not seeing it would've killed me.

When we part,

I can't recall his features.

So I want to see him again.

I want to save him.

I want to be saved.

Can I stay with you?

No.

Why d'you live in a blockhouse?

I don't live in one.

What?

- Can I do it?

- If you want.

Is it clay?

Yeah.

Sure this is ok?

Yeah.

Your eyes are weird.

It's the sun.

- What is it?

- You can't see.

What is it?

- Short-sighted?

- I see fine.

Are you serious?

You didn't see the potato.

No, I don't see well.

What does that mean?

It means what it means.

What do you see?

Nothing. Only black at night.

And by day?

By day, I see normally.

Not very well, but normally.

You see nothing now?

No.

Can you see my hand?

Afraid of the dark?

No.

Come closer.

Come closer.

Spread your legs!

Hands on your head!

On your head!

Understand French?

Got stuff here?

- Inside.

- Fetch it!

She's a minor. Her mum's frantic.

Realize what you're doing?

Got anything on you? Step back.

Put it down!

- Take off his cuffs!

- Don't screw up!

I'm freeing him.

Your gun!

- What now?

- The dunes!

Quick!

Get lost!

Freeze!

Stay there!

You're fierce.

- Were you stabbed?

- Yes.

- Who did it?

- Forget it.

Offer me a drink?

Why aren't you at home?

I'm not welcome there.

Why not?

You killed someone?

You're crazy.

I'm going away.

- Where?

- Dunno. Far away.

I was in Denmark once.

It's great.

But pick the time

or it's dark for six months.

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