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And you?
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Listen to me for just a minute.
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I want to help you.
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Words.
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Words, Bernardo.
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There was a time
when I believed in words.
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During all those months
in prison,
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we talked so much about you.
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We were sure you were dead.
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When they freed us,
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I had decided to go
to the crusades.
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And it was in Jerusalem
that I heard you were alive.
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But I was surprised
by what they said,
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that you had abandoned the life
that you once loved so much.
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That you were looking for
a new purpose, a new meaning.
:59:11
You were right, of course.
:59:15
I tried that, too.
Only for me it failed.
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Yet it's too easy
:59:21
to blame the crusades
for this... loss,
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this emptiness,
this dissatisfaction I feel.
:59:29
The horror of war,
:59:31
the destruction of our ideals
:59:32
is part of it, I know,
:59:34
but there's something else.
:59:35
I feel stifled by my past,
by my upbringing.
:59:41
None of it means anything
to me anymore.
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And you, Francesco,
:59:46
you know better
than anyone else
:59:47
that I cannot live
without an ideal,
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without something
to believe in.
:59:51
Perhaps I'm wrong,
:59:52
perhaps one should be
more cynical and forget ideals.
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I don't know.
:59:57
That's why I thought
I had to come and talk to you.