Being haunted by the person they lost.
Don’t confuse me with that other person.
Remembering.
The taunt that goes too far.
No, you’ve got me wrong.
That was my failing, and I admit to it now.
That man’s wife? No, he didn’t have a wife (in the end, at least).
The real/fake wife.
No, that’s a counterfeit – a false copy.
This innocent person, someone else's spouse or partner, was/is already dead.
This tiny detail really does matter to him.
To the blonde, this means everything.
This has all happened before.
Don’t lie to me anymore.
He trained you and rehearsed you.
You did everything just like he told you to.
You (didn’t) learn very well.
Your disability is the reason why this happened.
I was the setup/I set you up.
I made it versus I’ve done it (but the game’s not actually over yet.)
Looking at the scene of the crime.
You hid (things from yourself).
Town.
You were his girl/I was her boy.
You poor thing (he taunts the blonde sarcastically).
Living the/a dream.
A dead wife, and (no) sense of purpose to your life.
But he knew he was safe. He knew you couldn’t talk/kill.
Did he give you anything?
Some money.
Keeping the necklace versus throwing away the keys.
Made your mistake versus make things right.
You shouldn’t keep souvenirs of a killing.
You shouldn’t be/You think I’m sentimental?
You could have been/can be mine.
Do I lie to myself to be happy?
Mistaken for a dead girl/guy, and love versus death yet again.
The last person in a position to make demands makes one final demand.
This is where I make my stand.
One last flirtation with love and death.