For I am death. And I am not the end - I am a beginning.

The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.