- I'll tell you something. The man I killed is not important. I killed a louse, and became one myself. The number of lice remained constant, unless I was one from the very beginning - but that's not important. I wanted to kill a principle, not a man. Killing a man may've been a mistake but everybody's satisfied now, including me. And isolation means nothing to me, you know why? Because I've always been alone. Do you know what that means? That's why I don't want you to wait for me. Go away and live your own life. We've all got to die sometime. And there won't be a heaven afterwards, just something else.
- What?
- Spiders, or something. How should I know?
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