I held his arms When he was dying. Glowing Universes in his eyes When he was dying. His mouth whispered legends When he was dying. He wished to become me When he was dying. I wished to become him When he was dying. He fell to dust When he was dying. I put out his candle When he was dying. And then ...? I was born As he died. DAEMON: ...He decided to tell us a story of ancient, forgotten, Immortals. Finally he gave us the Power we needed to destroy the abomination called Human.