"I am not stealing your possibilities. You traded them away."

"That's not me. I'm me. I'm me."

"When the rust tastes sweeter than honey, you realize just how many lives the weapon has taken..."

"When does graverobbing becoming archeology?"

"What does one do in their old age after they've devoured their own universe?"

What happens when an undead that has been around since the civil war comes across a lonely soul sitting on a bench?