I'm a writer. I have to believe in the power of love. Suicide isn't an option.' 'Not for you.' 'And not for you. If you're thinking about it, you can also put some thought into the fact that you don't have the right to take your own life. Nobody does.' 'Why not?' Rannveig like the runway asked, her eyes wide, innocent of the cruel, broken question she'd just asked. 'Think of it this way, Rannveig, does a deranged person have the right to kill a stranger?' 'No.' 'No. And when suicide is in your head, you're the deranged person, and you're also the stranger, in danger of the harm you might do to yourself. No matter how bad things get, you don't have the right to kill the stranger that you might become, for a while, in your own life. The rest of your life would tell you, at that point, it's not an option.