What do I want? [Perse tucks her arms around her, looking over the platform] I mean, I'd like to try kissing you again. I want to be someone of importance, who matters. I want to be able to sleep through the night. I want to be who I want to be instead of what's destined for me. And I want the son I might have to exist while knowing I'm not marrying his father. [A heavy sigh, then her eyes turn to him]

What do you want? Actually want, not what sounds good to some imaginary set of peers or to who you're supposed to be.