But nobody can run from their own demons.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out as it fills you from your feet to your scalp. It leaves you with nothing.

Nobody cares. You shouldn't either.

One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.

That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?