Alice: I am death. The great balance of all things. (She twirls a knife in her fingers and stares at it, fixated) I am the common denominator between a king and a peasant, between man and beast. From the stars themselves to a fruit fly, there is only one constant. Everything ends. Do not begrudge me, for my task is necessary. Do not fear me, for my embrace is sweet. I am what guarantees that no man becomes too great, or too terrible. For there simply is not time. A blade under a cloak. A cup of wine with a strange taste. I take great pleasure in this task. I do not blink. I do not bleed. And I do not fail. I simply am.