Dawn comes before sleep does.

“I can hear him weeping but I don't care. They probably won't even bother to que…”

“I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But…”

“Want a sugar cube? [...] They're supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? …”

“I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. I don't wa…”