There are mysteries in Everlost. Some of them are wonderful, and others scary. They should all be explored, though- perhaps that's why we're here: to experience the good and the bad that Everlost has to offer.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla.

It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.

The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.

He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

What? Were you born stupid, or did you just die that way?

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.