Well shit, Henry, what can I do?
If the house is on fire you can either put it out or let it burn.
If it's already falling in on itself, putting it out is no help.
Except to stop the burning.
But the house is already gone!

Molly, don't go down in flames.
I don't know how I'll go.
Yes you do. And you know that flames are a nice, clean, bright way to go. Don't do it.
I don't want to go.
It will come.
I don't want it to come.
Stop lying. You wish that this wasn't the way it was. And you know, just around the corner in your brain, you know that abandoning all hope sounds easier, you know that dying sounds sweeter.
I don't want to live like this.
Don't die like this, either. Do you remember from Catcher in the Rye, how young people think that it is glorious to die for a cause and when they get older they find out that the best way is to live for one. Live for a cause, Molly.
I haven't got a cause.
Make one. No, better, you are your cause; live for you.
I don't know how, Henry. I'm scared.
Molly, this is your forever, make it what you want it to be.
How do you know? What makes you so sure? What if you're wrong?
Then tomorrow, when you wake up, don't expect the sun. You have to trust something. You don't have to believe me, you don't have to believe in what I'm telling you, in what I believe. But you have to trust something. Find something to trust.
I hope the sun rises tomorrow; I don't want you to be wrong.
If I'm right?
I don't want that either, but for different reasons. Rock me to sleep, Henry, I can feel tomorrow coming.