Didn’t matter who they said they were, who they thought they were. We saw underneath all that. We saw inside them down to the core.[to Emily]
Death’s decisions are final. It’s only the living that are inconstant, and waver, don’t know who they are or what they want. Death is always true.
Consciousness isn’t a journey upward, but a journey inward. Not a pyramid, but a maze. Every choice could bring you closer to the center or send you spiraling to the edges, to madness.