So… this is the end, then. I fought not for glory, but to be forgotten. Let the crows take what’s left — I’ve no more strength, nor need for memory. (Somber / Resigned)

Ahh, yes! The stars bleed, the roots scream, and the sky turns inside out! Can you not hear it? The laughter of the abyss? Glorious, isn’t it? (Unhinged / Joyful Madness)

Bow. Speak not. In my presence, even silence must ask permission. You exist because I have not yet willed your end. (Cold / Commanding)