Geraldine keeps her eyes trained on him as she slowly reaches into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her gun. …Callo, I'm so sorry that your life ended up this way, she sighs as she gets out of her side of the car, her feet burning from the cold as her high heels sink into the fallen snow. Aren't you scared? I'm you, Geraldine… I fell into the same trap as you, anyway, Callo answers. His large eyes are shining with tears, but he doesn't seem afraid in the least. …The dead don't feel anything, you know… not even guilt or regret. So, what is there to be afraid of?
In a tense moment, Geraldine focuses intently on Callo as she discreetly reaches for her gun in her purse. Stepping out into the frigid air, her heels sink into the snow, and she expresses her sorrow for Callo's tragic fate. Despite the cold and her impending actions, Geraldine contemplates the weight of fear in their uncertain situation.
Callo, surprisingly calm and tearful, reflects on their shared experiences, suggesting they are not so different after all. He reveals a deep understanding of death, implying that the dead are free from fear, guilt, or regret. This haunting exchange highlights the complexity of their emotions in the face of mortality.
