"I don't know if I thanked you before dying or if I didn't have a chance, but if it's the latter, I will tell you now. Thank you... Thank you... Thank you so much!"
"I have so many things to tell you, and I don't know where to start. I've never liked being emotional, as I thought that it depicted weakness. I know if I tell this to you, even I will find myself pathetic for letting my emotions get the best of me. That leaves me no choice but to write what I wanted to tell you all this time..."
"Throughout the centuries, Novius and I have spent most of our life in this tower, feeling trapped. People run from death, but it's only after you live long enough that you realize what a privilege death truly becomes..."
Cylix took another pause from writing, gazing at the stars above. "Thank you for granting me that privilege."
He further continued writing his thoughts in the silence of the night.