Oliver: Helena?

Helena: how did you find me here?

Oliver: I followed you from your house. Your fiancé ['fi:ɑ:nsei]?

Helena: yeah.

Oliver: you said that losing hi was your own crucible ['krʊsəbl], that it changed you. You didn't say how.

Helena: when you love someone as much as I loved him, with all of your heart, and you can’t just turn that emotion off when they’re taken from you. You still feel things as deeply. And if it can’t be love that you feel, then... then it becomes hate.