Look, everyone talks about the unknown like it's some big scary thing, but it's the familiar that's always bothered me. It's heavy, builds up around you like rocks, until it's walls and a ceiling and a cell.

Everyone's immortal until they're not.

And perhaps that was the test of faith, to know, and not to say, to live with knowing, and let the truth live only in one's head.

After all, if you run far enough, no one can catch you.

There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.