"How do you think?" Laying their palm down, they wipe the sigil away with one, brisk motion. "Nobody really gained anything. At the end of it all, the Dreemurrs-- everyone else. They were worse off than when they'd started."

And that's their fault, isn't it? Perhaps, if they'd been more capable of dying properly-

But they hadn't. The things they wouldn't have to know now, had they only stayed dead.

What a pity.