[He knows that weariness well. It's coded into his soul by now, with thing after thing after thing.... the events of early October, the betrayal in early November, the tragedy in late November, the revelation in early December, the choice bearing down on him.....and then the Vespertine, and his interrupted execution, and then the Eventide, and everything that's happened...

There is no rest. There is peace only in death. He already knew that...]

Sure feels like it... Know 'sorry' will never be enough, but....it's all I've got.