We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
Waiting Hurts. Forgetting Hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.
What am I doing here? The Southern Star has vanished, a Cataclyst is calling the moon out of time at the mythical Great Barrier, and you're asking what I'm doing here? Are you serious?
Ridley was like a beautiful snake - you couldn't let her get close without the risk of being bitten.
Darkness does not leave us easily as we would hope.