Manfred von Richthofen:
Mademoiselle! Have I done something wrong? Am I not worth an answer, or is it just you hate all men?
Käte:
Hate? I don't hate you. Hate is a male domain.
Manfred von Richthofen:
But you are angry, aren't you?
Käte:
[grabbing the scarf]
There is another man's blood on it. And you do not seem to care. Men like you scared me because I do not understand why you do what you do. And being scared makes me angry...
[continues up the stairs]
Manfred von Richthofen:
Wait, WAIT! Imagine you were out there, like a hawk. Looking down... The wind blows around you. The smell of the engine, draft from the propeller. Out there you can just fall, you can climb, turn, spin... Freedom! That's what men always dreamt of. I've dreamt of it since I was a little boy. But the best part, is the chase! The fights... The hunt! It's like a match. A joust, just like sports.
Käte:
Tennis does not kill you. It's childish dreams that got your friends killed. No, I don't hate you, Baron. I pity you.
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