"You know that quote about candles? The one that I like?" "Yeah," he smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Candles burn themselves out to give others light." The dying man grinned cheekily; however, it cut short when he winced in pain right after. "Exactly. So you don't need to worry about me. This isn't the first time I've died, and it certainly wouldn't be the last either. I'll find you again, just as I've found you before." Cover by: sweetnsmug