And we remember that there must be a balance. No birth without death. No life without tears. What is taken from the world must be given back, and from him who takes and does not give back, who would tip the balance of the river, from him all will be taken. No one should live forever, but should give his blood to the river when the time comes so that tomorrow another may live. And so it goes.

Remember, Pia," he whispers. "Perfect is as perfect does.

We were too greedy, grasping for immortality too soon. Perhaps if we had only been patient, content to wait, we would all have forever in the end.

How many have died that I might live?And who has died that I might live?

I can't let the killing go on. No more death, not because of me. This is the only way. You and I both know it. Eio.

The noblest life is the one laid down for another.

To have thought that, with the right tests and the right lectures, I could be made into a cold-blooded, heartless killer. To have thought that I could ignore the beating of my own heart long enough to stop the beating of another's.

Reminding me how fragile this life is and how easily it can be lost. Compelling me to live and to live well, while I still can.Because sooner or later, we must all face eternity.

...there is a somewhere else after this, where everyone drinks elysia and lives forever.