Death is but a doorway, time is but a window, I'll be back.

A: When I look back at my life, I can't help but see an inevitable chain of events.
B: That's ridiculous.
A: Do you even believe there could have been any other outcome than this?
B: That's not how it works. There is no grand story to history.
Things just happen. It's the act of looking back on it that interposes a sense of narrative.
A: And yet here we are, just as we were always going to be. Doesn't that drive you mad?
Don't you hate yourself for it? For never having seen it coming until now?
Every little thing is so painfully obvious now, isn't it? Now that it's too late, you have all the answers, don't you?
B: It's not too late.
A: It is for some people.
B: Are you trying to goad me?
A: You know it's going to end here.
B: Just like it was always going to, right?
A: You're catching on. One last thing, do you remember when we went to Gurgu?
B: Yes.
A: Why did you do it like that?
B: We thought it'd be funny.
A: Heh. That was funny, wasn't it.




I'm going to look back on this one day and think it's hilarious.

I'll kill them all anyway, but at least we can laugh about it.