You will survive. Same as blood. Same as kind. You are a master of nothing. But you are bound by only what you convince yourself is your lot. Kill to kill. Love to love. But do it because you mean it, because it is what you need. Don’t settle for a life lived under the thumb of some shadow god. You are a pile of cells with an expiration date. Make every last one of them scream in exalted horror at what billions strung together can accomplish.