La muerte había provocado sus habituales y siniestros cambios, una alquimia inversa que transformó el oro de la vida en materia abyecta y pestilente.

When it comes to misfortune, we are all selfish at heart, offering up the same prayers: not me, not mine. Not yet.

As you are now, so I once wasAs I am now, so will you be

All of them with their own lives, untouched by mine. Or each other's.