THE PROTECTOR: So I guess this is it. The final goodbye to... to the world we forged.
(blue flames ignite at their feet)
THE CREATOR: I feel like...
THE PROTECTOR: Like you need to run back and change something?
THE CREATOR: (nods vigorously)
(at this point, the flames have spread, and formed an outline around them)
THE PROTECTOR: I feel the same way. But Tessa taught me something about this. About how perfection is impossible. If you have a masterpiece that you're really proud of, then the more you listen to that voice, the more you try to change it, the more likely you are to ruin it.
THE CREATOR: Ha-ha. They should call you the god of CONservation.
THE PROTECTOR: Well, what did she teach *you*?
THE CREATOR: She taught me... how to enjoy life.
(The flames have engulfed them now. The characters are glowing blue, and little pieces of them have started to disintegrate.)
THE CREATOR: And look at us now.
