He closed his eyes. A thing appeared in him, small at first. He might've called it reassurance but it wasn't that. The feeling was grey, the colour of true wisdom. Everything will go to hell, the feeling said. And that's okay. He thought of the death of the empire, of the death of everything his species had tried to build, and the horror was gone. If the Great Goodnight happened, so be it. The world was just a totality of facts. Nothing had a goodness or a badness about it. Thinking only made it so and now he saw the world clearly, just for a moment, free of the veil of judgement. It was a
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