““I go to the world beyond, where I will once again see the face of my father, and feel the warm embrace of my mother. I go to be with my people, to hear them share their tales and this time share my own. Once, I lived in shame of who I was, but then I met you, and I learned to embrace all that I am. I thank you for that, friends." His words are cut short by a cry of pain, but it does not deter him. He squeezes my hand. "I will tell your stories in the world beyond, but I know they are not finished yet. And one day, you will have to tell me the endings. But I like a long and happy tale, so do not rush to greet me.””
