Death… is only the beginning.
I’ve beaten you. And you know what? In the end it easy. It was easy. Now I’ve got to go back to playing with the ordinary people. And it turns out you’re ordinary. Just like all of them. Oh well.
All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.