That was the secret of the salvation he brought, that was the light he shone into the darkness; and that was why they wanted to kill him. Because they preferred the darkness to the light.

The day is crisp and clear, almost like every other morning he's taken the same walk in the snow, hiking to the forest and back.

He’d never thought of death like that, like it’s some sort of other life that you can hope for, dream of. Escape to. That it can rescue you.

Pain and betrayal and then nothingness. That's the death and she's almost welcoming it.