I Don't Understand

Why is she here? She doesn’t seem to be insane at all…
Would you allow me to place these flowers in your hair?
(Emily:)
He seems so nervous…
(Thomson:)
Pardon me…
(Emily:)
He’s very pretty…
(Thomson:)
There now… better then by far
(Emily:)
Should we hide the scar?
(Thomson:)
No! The scar is beautiful… it’s like a heart…
(Emily:)
I’m like Ophelia again. Is it ever over? Will never end? What accounts for this
morbid fascination with this suicidal girls? Pretend you’re drowning…
moan and sigh… only thing you’re not told is the reason why. This obsession
is madness at its most perverse. My God, what in the world could be the purpose
of this game when every time it ends the same? Poor Shakespeare’s turning in
his grave! Still I must behave… Doctor’s little slave…
(Thomson:)
No! No, that’s perfect! Don’t move an inch! That’s far more real
I’ve never seen a face like hers… the world should look upon it…
Well, I suppose that’s why they’ve brought me here. Miss I think you…
(Emily:)
I’ve done nothing…
(Thomson:)
She’s done more than she knows…
(Emily:)
I haven’t heard those words in years… The Chaser’s coming for me…
(Thomson:)
Why must she be chained? I don’t understand…
(Emily:)
He doesn’t, does he…