The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together. And when the Great War is over, perhaps you'll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not
You will live to watch your daughter rot, to watch that beautiful face collapse, to bone and dust
One day I pray you love someone, I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes, you see her face
I thought if I could make something so good, so pure... maybe I'm not a monster