I didn't lose my place, Marianne. I never had it in the first place. And I hope that by the time you realize the same, it's not too late.

[ Immoveable object, meet unstoppable force. They're never going to see eye to eye. They certainly won't now, not here, not when the world seems to be crumbling around them, only reaffirming both Marianne's faith and Claude's distinct lack of it. His sigh rumbles deep in his chest as he turns tail, away from Marianne. ]

Do what pleases you. Pray for her return, I suppose. But no god is bringing her back, so I'm going to do the sensible thing and go look for her.