Such was the end. Quiet, small, bereft of heroics and great deeds, free of pretensions of great meaning.

The stars did not wait for you, brother. The stars did not wait for humanity, for all of the promise it showed, for all of the promise others saw in them.

And yet, brother, I see now that the stars wait for me. Where is the justice in that? Seek it not, for there is none. But the fact remains, brother. The stars do not wait for you. But they wait for me. To take them into my embrace.