'Papa?... It's getting dark.' 'I know, kid.' 'I'm scared.' 'Me... me too...' Kywyn puts his gauntleted hand on his son's head. What was the point of anything if everything you care about fades away and ends sooner or later? And the alternative of endlessness is just as bleak? Then life and hope are taunting, cruel jokes. He couldn't accept that. 'Close your eyes, Dakarai... and don't open them until I say so...'