- Will I still be here when the world comes to an end? Will I still be alone to witness everything fall to ruin? In a lonely world, will I be there to watch it all be reborn from ashes?

Maybe the world will vanish along with everyone else. . . .

Either way, I don't mind.

In the eyes of a true immortal, you're no more than ants who can be easily crushed beneath her heels.