Alex would spin around in a daze, relishing in a defeatist tone that fills the air with a poetic pride. "Alas, the specter of Death looms over me, weaving its dark tapestry of fate upon this carousel of madness. Oh, how I am burdened, for I am but a mere shadow of my former self, unable to muster the strength to strive for greatness any longer."

It's then that he stumbles to and fro, grasping at whatever that is left in the air or at least he thinks like it. "Depart, depart from this hollow vessel, and behold: only dust shall remain. Farewell, my lonely soul, as I embark upon the journey into the unknown abyss."