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.
