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…
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.