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When darkness speaks, it changes everything, turning home into a foreign land and loved ones into strangers.
Even death won't keep you apart.
The further she saw into the darkness, the more she struggled to see anything at all.
Just because you cannot see the threat, it doesn't mean it's not already here.
I learnt the hard way to not be afraid of death.
This is your mission. This is your quest. There is nothing else left.
You will walk into the lair of the beast, look it in the eye and you will go to war.
Through this darkness you will find him.
The darkness is coming. It yearns for life, hungers for it - like a pack of wolves on a hunt.
The dead don't always lie still here. This is not a place of rest.
She pushes away a world that conspired to cause so much suffering.
Only suffering brings salvation. It is the way of the gods.
You can feel it, a stranger in your own body, an imposter. And nothing is the same ever again.
The darkness touched you. Everyone could see it in the hollows of your eyes, a gaze averted from life.
Have you died before? It's a serious question.
She's not stopping. Not this time.
When our time comes, we must look death in the eye and embrace it as a friend.
To these gods you cannot pray.
Is this what hell is, a world shaped by our nightmares?
Even in darkness the wonder and beauty of the world never leaves. It's always there, just waiting to be seen again.
She's afraid? Wouldn't you be?
How little separates us from what we fear.
And in the end we all fall. Even the gods have their time.
They've taken his soul.
There is nothing to go back to and worse to look forward to.
Bravery only means something to those afraid of death. Her fear runs far, far deeper.
The man I was once has died. And when that happens, even gods you worship can die within you.
Exile makes sense when you realise that you were never really home in the first place.
Darkness just builds onto itself, growing stronger, towering over her.
Never forget what it is like to see the world as a child: where every autumn leaf is a work of art; every rolling cloud, a moving picture.
Fuck the gods! You did this to her!
Turn your back on death and you only see the shadow  that it cases.
All of her suffering will have been for nothing. It's just a matter of time.
People think of evil as an unnatural invisible force, and so invoke the gods for protection. But evil can come from the hand behind the gods: a familiar hand, cold and cruel.
You might think she's brave to go on this journey on her own, but it isn't bravery that drives her.
When the illusion of self is shattered, you simply cease to be.
They can break you, but not your promise.
How does he so effortlessly court the world in bliss?
A life without loss is one without love.
It will not give you the answers you want. But you mustn't look away from the horror it does offer, because you cannot overcome suffering if you refuse to look at it.
Darkness does not bargain. It does not reason. It is rot.
This is the price she pays for seeing things differently.
It's funny. We all want to see behind the veil, don't we? But once we do...
When she dies, we die too.
The hardest battles are fought in the mind.
