Hanna Schmitz: You don't have the power to upset me. You don't matter enough to upset me.
Michael: I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, it will give it spice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you ended it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.
Michael: I can't live without you. The thought of leaving you kills me. Do you love me?
Hanna Schmitz: It doesn't matter what I think. It doesn't matter what I feel. The dead are still dead.
Answer: Those weren't scars. They were very superficial marks like she'd scratched her back.