"O how I have died a thousand times, yet death is not what pains me.
It is life that drives the stake in my heart, not the after. Whether one
has been living or dying, there will be an exchange and only one prevails-
I wish the current strong enough for the wind to push my sails."

And then she looked out the window and cried-

"When I asked how you were doing, I did not mean
your deadly cells. I meant your broken heart and soul,
another soul you'd never tell. But if you should leave me
to live (or die) alone, just remember those words I whispered to you can
be the wind to push your sails.Now you have been here too long and the
smell of this place has irked my bones. Before you leave, just remember
one thing: The trails of memories you have left me to walk will be only half as good alone."