Martha: No, I want to go. Lydia looked so peaceful.
Sophia: We're not in this life for peace!
Martha: You're crying!
Sophia: No, I'm not. I don't cry.
Martha: I can see your tears.
Sophia: And I can see yours. Know what that tells me?
Martha: What?
Sophia: You're not as ready to die as you think you are. You still wanna live, kid.
Martha: Some kid! I don't know what to do.
Sophia: That's the point. If you're not sure, you can't change your mind tomorrow. You wanted me to be here for your death. How about letting me be here for your life?
Martha: Like a friend?
Sophia: Like a best friend.