Charles: I'm sorry.
Sebastian: Whatever for?
Sebastian: It's all right. Truly. I asked too much of you. I knew it all along, really. Only God can give you that sort of love.
Charles: Come home, Sebastian. When you're well enough. Don't finish it like this.
Sebastian: This is my life now. I'm happy here.
Charles: I miss you.
Sebastian: How sweet of you to say that. Dear Charles, it was my fault for bringing you to Brideshead. Run away. Run far away and don't ever look back.