Every story has a beginning, and every one has an ending. Life and death– death and taxes? No matter. Just remember that to everything there is a time and a season; just like this story, here, now. Started back long before you first opened the book, only it wasn’t meant to end yet. Which is why I’m here, which is why you’re here. We’ve got a bit to put right, we do.
What? Oh that’s just a flesh wound, we’ll stitch it up and maybe a little duct tape and– What? Dead? Good God child, of course you’re dead. What did you think was going to happen? Hardly a love tap that, should be glad you’ve still got a head at all– Now stop that, I said I’ll find you some duct tape. Kids these days, no appreciation for destiny, none at all. Meant to do Great Things you are! Damned if I’m going to be the one that lets you run crying home just because of a little nick. Crybabies, the lot of you.