We’re here. The silence. The silence. You’ve destroyed it all, you petulant little thing. You’ve destroyed it all.

We’ll wait here for eternity. Hills crashed into the sea. The moon bled. The world is no more. Your lust for free will has doomed us all.

You did the one thing you could not do.

We’re here. We will stay right here. The world will not rebuild under our feet, stone by stone. All is lost. All is lost.

We’re here. What to do now?

Man, that’s kind of creepy. Alright, I won’t bench him. He’ll start. (Page 3)

Your threats of a gray, limitless void of purgatorial nightmares don’t frighten me. I’m benching him for good. (Page 53)