She is here now, sleeping above me.

I have seen her aura, fading. I have seen her at the end of a battle, pure in her intent.

She is not less than I had hoped, but rather more.

Everything I have ever wanted, dreamed, of, desired, is here.

It is as if I watch another person from a great distance.

To have that person consume a meal you have hungered for, would that sate your own needs?

Am I so lowly that I cannot be satisfied with even this?

I have set my path. I will follow it, trusting in my own inertia.

If it leads me into oblivion, then it is ordained.

-Writings of Saint Vau, in his private journal