Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
You can’t run from the world. You can’t hide from it. But you can find power and purpose. A chance to survive the horror.[to Ciri]
We all have a purpose in this world, and it’s our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is.
We humans, we’re all the same. Every last one of us. For some it’s drinking. For some it’s women. For some, even religion. Family. The king. Dreams. Children. Power. All of us had to spend our lives drunk on something. Else we’d have no cause to keep pushing on. Everyone was a slave to something.
Sometimes things don’t work out the way we hope. You can feel like you’ve come to an end, and you don’t know what to do next. But if you just keep going, you find something new to fight for. [to Ellie]
Why do I have to be afraid to die? Are you living because you don’t want to die? Is there anything good that comes from being alive? I can’t think of anything.[to Fox]