He keeps his eyes closed, not through fear, nor denial, just quiet knowledge.
"It won't be my own body, and I'd rather it wasn't my own hand. If things last too long and the lives in the universe around me all go out, it will have to be. Forgive me, but I hope not."
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He keeps his eyes closed, not through fear, nor denial, just quiet knowledge.
"It won't be my own body, and I'd rather it wasn't my own hand. If things last too long and the lives in the universe around me all go out, it will have to be. Forgive me, but I hope not."