Everything dies eventually. "Time never waits. It delivers all equally to the same end." That's was that means - nothing in this or any universe can be permanent.

...Completely different scale, but this is....nearly exactly the same as what I was dealing with in my own universe. Fighting the impossible, trying to delay an inevitable end, knowing the blame lies with me - it is the same. So, with the last five weeks thinking about the metaphorical axe waiting to fall, and with the help of everyone here, I....actually can answer that.

I'd fight. With everything in me, I would fight and fight and fight for an ideal solution, until my life is exhausted. I will continue to fight, even after I've died. If a miracle is the only way, then I'll find one that doesn't make a new problem of its own, with my friends at my side.

[He didn't know he had this in him. It's all said with more passion than anyone here - than anyone ever - has heard from him. Passion and raw determination - the kind of determination that doesn't falter or submit to anything. He's seen what death is in this universe. He doesn't care. He will not give in.]