And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.

even when peaceful cooperation is the obvious thing, the only thing that will keep any of us alive- There are still people who won't make that choice

And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.

Stories are important...They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.

And it feels like, finally.