“It was a stupid, pointless thing, anyway, to try and make people love you. Everyone was alone. We were born alone and we died alone. Whatever we did in between was nothing but a series of attempts to stave off the darkness we knew was always waiting for us. That was weak. We should welcome the darkness in. If you knew a thing, it couldn’t scare you as much. It couldn’t hurt you. I knew darkness. I knew alone.”