[That darkness swirling around Yu is exciting, seeing him react to something outside of his usual calm and grace. It's almost disappointing to see it disappear, that plainness return. He gestures impassively towards Yu.]

No, you're not. For once, an ounce of emotion, extinguished so quickly by the necessity of platitudes. [He spreads his arms as though in regret.] The universe makes or breaks us all. It is the crucible and the forge, and it is utterly unforgiving.

Those who catch themselves willfully in a cycle of death for a brief moment of respite are addicts.