“Leaving now. Watching Twilight fade. Leaving behind what has already become hard memory. Moving forward into nights that new nightmares may yet shatter. When I was younger, I thought, ‘what sort of God would create a being that bled for a week from a wound between its legs, but didn’t die? What sort of God would allow innocents to be born into lives of hate and fear and abuse, then allow them to perpetuate the line?’ Later I added to that list, wondering what sort of God would allow an abomination like Clive Euxideos or Eppie’s father or my own father, to walk the Earth? The answer is obvious. Only a mad God. A god driven insane by the countless eons of darkness it was forced to endure before realizing it had only to utter four simple words... ‘let there be light.’ And in that light, I see what might be a future. And I can almost believe… that it could be mine.”