Stories don’t always have happy endings.
Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.
He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.
Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.
Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.
It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.