"No. You never leave. Not really. There's so many places I'll never leave, and I'm tired of being stretched thin between them." Nyx looks down at the cat, and there is something wet, and shining, in the bottom of her eyes. "...I never even hit thirty. You know that? I started this shit a lifetime ago and fifteen years ago, at the same time. Just a kid...and I can't...wait to be done. I'm tired. I'm so tired."

"You got that in your back pocket? Some big spell of People Can't Bother Nyx Any More?"