Are you afraid?"

"Yes."

"Energy never stops, remember. It just changes forms."

"I am still afraid.

But when there's no hope to be found anywhere, even the tiniest chance is worth taking.

Clear skies, cousin". Good luck, he means. There are never clear skies on Avon, no blue, no stars. But we don't give up hope, and we use those words to remind ourselves. Clear skies will come, one day.

Numbers do not feel. Do not bleed or weep or hope. They do not know bravery or sacrifice. Love and allegiance. At the very apex of callousness, you will find only ones and zeros.

Sometimes you take all my words away from me.

I AM NOT. AND THEN I AM. I WONDER IF THAT WAS DEATH.