Selena: Mr. Mosheh - this is not the time to make such silly jokes.
++++: tell me one thing: why me? <b>wha - hay</b> me? Why was I chosen to be
+<b>The Slayer</b> and then, the… the…
+Selena: exactly. Was it destiny? [starts crying] Was it fate? Did I want to?
+[ Mosheh and Ahraon drag Selena to a bench, where she sits down and wheeps. ]
+Selena: and what kind of slayer cries like a baby.
+Mosheh: here - have a handkerchief.
+Selena: thank you. [Weeps into the handerkerchief.]