The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

The inner sanctum – my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.

Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this: I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.