There is always something left to lose.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Then let us go and be terrible.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

There is always something left to lose.