No, no, no. Death would be a reward. No, no, no, no, no, the human must live to regret his treachery throughout an eternity... an eternity... an endless, burning eternity of suffering!
and then he kissed me. he kissed me with all the power he could muster, making up for the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds our chapped lips hadn't been touching. and finally, finally, it felt like my world was no longer burning around me.