"The righteous and the sinful were called to be rendered according to their deeds. And we hid from God’s sight in the Metro. And we were saved from His wrath. And He apparently decided that flushing us out wasn’t worth the trouble. Then He went about his business or, perhaps, died. While we stayed on this used up and discarded Earth and continued just going with it… Going nowhere.

I remember so many random, unnecessary things… Yet I don’t remember the most important one: my Mother’s face. She died very soon after the war started… How I wish I could recall her face. The way she looked at me. The way she whispered that I have nothing to fear. I’d sell my soul just to recall that. I’d do that any day, any time. And I did."