How's your day been? Chatting with the sinners. At least they have something to say on occasion. Their souls still slipping out of your hands. Some things never change. I wonder why you keep trying. You never had one for yourself. Only the illusion, the vanity. Hope. Even the ones of the darkest murderer. They are all their own, belonging to no one. Least of all to the likes of you. Angel without god. Keeper without a home. Liar without a truth.
How's your head? Wordless incantations of a midwinter mind. I know it hurts. Hard to think with a head full of snow. Eyes like glass. And all the fire in your throat.

And don't I know. There is no blood left in your veins. There is no laughter in your heart. There is no vision in your skull. And you wonder, was there ever?

Don't look at me like that. I will not pity you. I respect you too much for that. You said you would never change and you never did. Even when it broke your heart. Most hated of all. Most feared. Loneliest of all.

No gratitude, is there? No shelter for the cast out. No rest for the wicked. Who would let the devil sleep in his bed anyway? Just think of the embarrassment.

Hell is not endless though. Keep that in mind. Everything ends, even for you. Your time will come.

No, don't thank me. It's just how things are. You know that very well.
All in due time, all in due time...