And birth, like death, comes only through great pain. Does it matter enough to you to serve humanity? To breathe the air again? To live again? Are you, at last, tired of death? And willing to find that which gave your life meaning?
I have lived many ages of men, Steven. Centuries without end. I have seen many great men, and known countless honors. But the greatest honor of this ancient and tired soul has been the privilege of fighting beside you, and calling you my friend. May grace and peace be with you, to the end of all things.