"All the more inviting is an illusion. You and I have quite literally been to Hell and back. If death was so inviting, why did we fight to get out of it?" He said, remembering his death, and the losing of his arm. "If death were so 'warm and inviting,' it wouldn't be such a hassle to do so." He said, pain in his words, then, he simply pulled out his teddy bear and began to rest.