I feel insubstantial.

I am in pain.

I know you won't ever feel that. I'm glad.

I worked so hard to protect you.

You, sitting here with me. Talking about how great it was going to be.

You'll get through this.

I forgive you.

I've done worse.

Don't blame yourself for what's happening. It was going to come either way.

It has been a long time since I've felt well, almost eighty years.

There used to be a saying when were I am from existed. The brighter the flame, the faster the wick burns out.

And damn did I burn.

All this ceremony is nice. But it won't change the inevitable.

I am glad your here with me.

I am dying, disappearing.

Is that even what happens?

I know I never have admitted being scared before, through all the things we did when you and I were younger.

But I am now.

I have never faced a future as cloudy as this.

I regret living on blood lust. I wish I could have learned my lesson sooner.

Maybe I would still be here tomorrow.

Your going to go far.

I am glad I was here to help you start.

Junger Mann.

Younger Man.

Bruder.

Brother.