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|Crolo||I can't do this, Wil.|
|Wil||I know. It's all wrong.|
By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are.
|Wil||It's like in the great stories, Mr. Crolo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were.
And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy?
But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass.
A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something.
Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something.
|Crolo||What are we holding onto, Wil?|
|Wil||That there's some good in this world, Mr. Crolo...|
And it's worth fighting for.
|Both Crolo and Wil are trampled to death under the boots of retreating Trolls.|
|Cale'anon||You could have saved them.|
|Richard||Their unexplained yet curious love could only end in tragedy.|
|Benn'joon||Are you two coming?|
|Cale'anon||We have a long road ahead of us yet, I think.|
|Richard||Let's litter it with bodies!|