"and You Require No Answers",

One Word More, A Final Caution: Do Not Forget Whom To Fear At The Last. I Have Had To Be Content With Killing And Torment; But Now My Plans Are Laid, And I Have Begun. I Shall Not Rest Until I Have Eradicated Hope From The Earth. Think On That, And Be Dismayed!

It Is The Responsibility Of The Living To Make Meaningful The Sacrifices Of The Dead.

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

It Is Wrong To Ask For More Than You Give Freely. In This Way, We Come To Resemble What We Hate.