Apollo: You know, recently, I've realized that I'm okay with dying alone. I mean in our line of work, death is always kind of looming over our shoulders, but it's just that I have so many people I care about and that care about me. And none of them deserve to die alone, you know? Dying alone sounds terrifying, horrible, I-I can't even imagine fading away without even having a hand to hold.​

So, I'll be there for them, for my friends, always. I will keep on living, and living, and living, until I'm the last one left. As a matter of fact, I want nothing more than for thе seats of my funeral to be еmpty.​

And then eventually, I'll die myself. Alone, sure, but content. Knowing that I was there for my friends. 'Til the bitter end. And I think that's called love, or some messed up version of it, I truly do, I think that's called love.​

So yeah, I hope I die alone. Not because I think I deserve to suffer, due to some hatred for myself. No, no, that's not it. It's more like a burden I choose to bear, due to my love for others. If that makes any sense, I don't know...

Hey, look at that! Sun's coming up. *chuckles* Night watch over already? Aw...

I don't know about you boys but I'm beat. Defending Cazilor really takes it outta me! I'ma hit the hay, I'll catch you later.​​