One either moves toward love or away from it, Catherine. There is no other direction.
Vincent
Sometimes bad things happen in life and all our courage, and all our love can't change them, and then all we can do is cry for those we've lost, and remember them always in our hearts and go on.
The world above us is cold and gray, summer a distant memory. Our world too has known its winters, so each year we begin this feast in darkness, as our world began in darkness.
Vincent
Long before the city above us raised its towers to the sky, men sought shelter in these caverns.
In those days, these tunnels were dark places and those who dwelt in fear and isolation.
Vincent
This was a land of lost hope and twisted dreams, a land of despair, where the sounds of footsteps coming down a tunnel were the sounds of terror. Where mean reached for knives and rocks and worse at the sound of other men's voices.
We all were a part of one another, one family, one community. Sometimes we forget this and so we meet here each year to give thanks to those who have helped us and to remember, even the greatest darkness is nothing, so long as we share the light.
Darkness almost engulfed us, but our unity gave us strength. Our shared light showed us the truth. As we part for another year let us remember. Darkness is only the absence of light...and all winters end.
Vincent, it's beautiful. Remember how I told you that when I was little I was afraid of the dark. My mother gave me a candle to light at my bedside before I went to sleep. Just a tiny little thing, a birthday candle. Somehow, it made it all right. I have loved candles ever since.
Vincent
This is no ordinary candle. This is for Winterfest. It is a special time for us. We have other celebrations, all the holidays and traditions we share with your world, but Winterfest is our own. A time to remember the past, dream of the future. Each year, we deliver these candles to our helpers in the world Above. Without their light, our world would be dark. Our lives would be cold without their warmth.The candles are our way of saying that they're a part of us. Everyone, the entire community has agreed this year that Winterfest would be incomplete unless you are there.
Third of a century? Hard for me to believe it, Vincent. You were only a babe in my arms that first year.
Vincent
My oldest memory is of a Winterfest. I must have been three or four. I remember a cold, dark room. Footsteps echoed all around me. I was frightened. Devin held my hand. Then, they lit the candles and the darkness pushed back. When I saw the tapestries for the first time...they took my breath away.
[tapestries] Wonderful. Where do they come from? Who is the artist?
Vincent
It is a mystery that we have never solved, Catherine. Perhaps, they are enchanted. I use to imagine they were magic windows that if I stared at them long enough and hard enough they might open up and I could pass through to another world. But when I reached out, they were only cloth.
Yes, I hear it...Catherine, that question that you asked me earlier... [Then Vincent puts his hand on Catherine's arm to lead her to the floor and they begin to dance a waltz.]
[about Lena] She's dying, Vincent. The streets are killing her and she's fighting to hold onto her spirit...and she's carrying a child. She told me that she would rather see the baby die, than bring another life into this world!
Vincent
How can it be, that this world could have no more to offer her?
I've been thinking. It doesn't have to be that way, not anymore. All these things keep...coming back into my head. Everything we've talked about...things I never talked to anybody about before. And I keep thinking how when the baby came. How you were there, close to me...close to her...Let me love you, Vincent.