A world without pain, loss, betrayal, hate, death, loneliness? Impossible!

I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits.

You stole from a member of the undead

Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods. Their ways are not meant for the humble likes of us. But we've decoded some of their secrets regardless. Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always - will always be - there.

When he faced me again, he looked ashamed of himself. "I have gravely underestimated you, Darren," he said. "I will not do so again. I made a wiser choice than I realized when I chose you to serve as my assistant. I feel honoured to have you by my side.

Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here.

You do not have to be alone. The world never inflicts loneliness upon us. That is something we choose or reject by ourselves.