No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it. " I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
[My advice] will one day be found With other relics of 'a former world,' When this world shall be former, underground, Thrown topsy-turvy, twisted, crisped, and curled, Baked, fried or burnt, turned inside-out, or drowned, Like all the worlds before, which have been hurled First out of, and then back again to Chaos, The Superstratum which will overlay us.