They say when a parent dies, a child feels his own mortality. But when a child dies, it’s immortality that a parent loses.
You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races, to me and my kind.
Dealing with mortality was so much easier when I was just another clueless idiot. Being a celestial insider really sucks.
Some believe confession helps a guilty soul find peace, releasing us from the shame and regret of our mistakes. In the face of mortality, many feel the need to seek this closure to make things right. Because if death doesn’t kill us, our demons will.
Fun is for suckers, Max. Two minutes ago, I turned 36. Staring down the barrel of my own mortality always beats fun.