"Can you describe what took place?"

"The shock, sounds from a hollow box, a corner to dive in.
I touched their misery, he just went to sleep. An exhalation of cold breath."

"The kind of breath you could see?"

"The shock, the terror.
Behold the riddle of the ruins. When a door is not a door. Behold the riddle of the ruins, adore."

"Describe the feeling when you knew it all would end, in those final days."

"He gave up. Behold a branch will continue to grow."