[Johanna is slowly panicking more and more. She turns away from the crowd and tries to breath.]

Eliot. [She's desperate. She doesn't know what to do at all anymore.] Eliot please don't make me have kids. Please. [She's begging him, he fingers clinging to the fabric of his suit.] Please. [He voice is still a whisper, but she's starting to choking on her tears now.] They'll look just like my family. I-I can't face that. Not after I had them killed. I can't. [She lets a sob fall.] It's all my fault...