Pity. N o s t a r s .
we can go together, just you and me. Just like the old days.
There is a last place you will ever go, a last door you will ever walk through, a last sight you will ever see, and every step you ever take is moving you closer. The end of the world is a billion, billion tiny moments. And somewhere, unnoticed, in silence or in darkness, it has already begun.
– You are unarmed?
– You stand alone?