"Please rest.... you look tired. I feel your pain. You have seen death. You have witnissed your whole world falling in around you. But when faced with the soul that devoured your whole life and sense of comfort... when you lay eyes upon the crippled wolf who had destroyed everything that once loved you... you could not kill him. Why not? It isn't your nature, you say? True, it is not the sort of thing you would do. Could it have been pity? But you can rest now. Death will sing you to sleep... just the way your mother did."