[ Wyll expects no comfort. He had failed, and made his mistakes. He could only move forward, and he could only do so by remaining alive. His god would give him strength, but such strength had to be found within himself first, before it could grow. ]

At times, survival is all we have.

[ Wyll clears his throat once more. The fires in the dream begin to die down, though the vampire who'd been his temptress remains, observing him quietly. Wyll gestures towards her. ]

She thought I was interesting. It was a fleeting fancy that saved me -- the will of my god, I hope.