I believe in what I have to do.

Abel:

[as they come upon a rare, solitary flower in the forest]
What is it? Rima:
It's called the Hata flower. It blooms for the space of a moon and then disappears. Yet it never dies. That very moment It blooms again at another place, in another part of the forest. Rima:
If you look in this place tomorrow and it is gone, you must not be sad, because you know it still exists, not very far away. Abel:
[looking a little skeptical]
That's a beautiful legend. Rima:
A legend? Abel:
A legend is a story that is handed down from generation to generation, until people come to believe it. Rima:
You do not believe it? You do not believe anything, do you? Abel:
I believe in what I have to do. [kisses her on the forehead and walks away]