Lingpo:
What brings you to the Island of Souls?
Chun:
There's a soul I'm looking for: the soul of a human boy
Lingpo:
What time was it he died?
Chun:
It was two days before the wheat harvest.
Lingpo:
You need to be sure of the date. Otherwise you're searching for a needle in a haystack. So many die every day.
Chun:
I'm sure. It was my birthday.
Lingpo:
I know what you're trying to do, girl, and it goes against the laws of nature!
Chun:
I don't care. I've got to save him!
Lingpo:
The punishment is harsh for those who defy nature, no matter who you are, so you *should* care.
Chun:
But I owe him, for saving my life.
Lingpo:
How very touching. I've been stuck here for 800 years, and I'm still not done paying penance for my sin!
Chun:
But you didn't...!
Lingpo:
Don't interrupt! Let me tell you what real tragedy is. Meeting someone you care about so much you forget yourself and make a mistake. So then you go back and try to fix it and make things right again, and then you learn that fixing it's impossible.
[chuckles]
Lingpo:
We can never undo the wrongs we've done. This I know.
Chun:
You're saying you won't help me?
Lingpo:
I'm saying I pity you. Besides, resurrecting someone from the dead doesn't come cheap.
Chun:
What would it cost?
Lingpo:
No less than a lovely girl's loveliest features: your eyes.
Chun:
[winces]
Lingpo:
[laughing]
Now she's scared.
[chuckles]
Lingpo:
Don't want to give up your pretty eyes, eh? All right, I'll take half your life instead.
Chun:
If that'll save him, take it.
