Gaze into the abyss, you'll find the abyss starin' right back atcha.
And I don't like the look it's givin' me - the kind that says there ain't no comin' back.

You play grown-up games, you face grown-up consequences.

Ah. Two walking corpses. One has risen from the grave, while the other seeks it.

They say pain's a deal between body and brain. You can break it, throw the pain away, bury it. Whole lotta horseshit.