Oh, Red...
I feel a little sorry for Mick, that he can't get past the barrier of his regret and shame to see the beauty of what happened in that filthy bathroom. Beth gets it. She always did. It was about sacrifice--on both their parts. The sacrifice of what is for what might be. The selflessness of being able to risk everything for another. And the willingness to overcome fear and the blind instinct for self-preservation in service of a greater good.
Not yours!
Yes, Mick. Hers. Who else's? For so many reasons, Beth needed to save you. It was as much for her own sake as it was for yours. She knew that all along.
Not like this!
Yes. Like that. In a hot, dry, filthy, abandoned, lonely, dangerous place, she reached out to you, gave of her most intimate self, much more intimate than sex. She gave you life, repaying a debt she didn't even know she owed you. But it wasn't about obligation. It was about connection, about compassion and communion. It was the awakening of love.
And now, much later, in this beautiful place whose only relation to that ugly motel room is the bathtub, the ice, and the couple... in this time of love and sharing, Beth still gets it and Mick still doesn't. But he's beginning to accept, and that's good enough for her. Well, good enough for now...because Beth is determined.
And yeah... it's about the love, isn't it? Such a beautiful, timeless, selfless love.
