I think the Horned Rat prefers his children blind or we would surely have the world now. And he knows we would betray even him if we could.
You have achieved nothing. Do you not see? Nothing. We scurry through time, like the rats in Fizqwik’s wheel. Over and over the same mistakes. I am glad to be done. I am sick of it.
A world of death is a world of stagnation, without the change that makes it worthwhile. What you call uncertainty, I call life itself.
The dead do not squabble as this land’s rulers do. The dead do not fight one another. The dead have no desires, no petty jealousies or ambitions. A world of the dead is a world at peace…