For so long now, I’ve been tired. And frightened. The prospect of this… scream of time in front of me… is terrifying. […] This endless life - never aging, never kissing, never having a family - all the things that make you human… Not having them is a worse hell than anything they’ve got over there.
You have such a reductive view of the world. God made man in His own image. What if that included His rage? And His spite. And His indifference. And His cruelty. What if God made us too? We’re all his children, you see. God’s a bit of a bastard. Look at us both. Covered in other people’s blood and talking about morality.
“500 years of murder and torment. Round and round we go. Evil doesn’t die it just passes like a parcel from year to year, body to body. But I survive I live on while good people die around me, heroes die.”