But I wanted to tell you that I’m coming. I know that this might seem futile, but the dawn always follows the dark. And if you’re right, and our ship is doomed to go down, then we’ll sink together and I’ll play us a lullaby on the ocean floor. I don’t believe that will happen, though, because Laszlo was wrong. You were never the caterpillar. You have always been my butterfly, just as I am your phoenix, and together we will fly far from here. You have my heart, Wilhelm Gessler. Keep it safe until we meet again.
