Nothing lasts forever. The stars implode and die, galaxies collide and spin apart. The lives of being such as we--even in the longest-lived species--are hardly a puff of dust in the wind.

[So ephemeral. So fragile. When Nihilus opened her vision to it, to witnessing how much life and death happened in a single instant throughout the infinite stars. The meaninglessness of it all...

...until she heard the Exile, the pain within her echoing across the distances. When she saw her soul, cracked and scarred. A person who could understand better than anyone the futility of life and living. And yet she refused to accept the lesson. With her broken footsteps and steely eyes, she strode across the Galaxy, forcing back emptiness and despair.]

But that does not mean that life is futile. I had believed that as surely as fact. She did not. Would not, though she had every reason to. I would have followed her for the rest of our lives. I cannot forget the lesson she taught me, but... I am at a loss on what to do with it, now.

[It hurts so much.]