Crane stumbles back at being shoved, but doesn't seem troubled by the gesture. He fixes Dorothea with his one good eye, and then past her, to the infinite darkness beyond.

"Beautiful, isn't it." He remarks. "To see death distilled down into its purest form." That's what the darkness is, the stripping away of ambition, hope, thought, consciousness, self, everything into just...darkness and silence. Forever.

"Most people would run screaming in terror from such a perfect oblivion, but we walk towards it. Why do you think that is, my dear?" Despite his appearance, Crane's voice has a strangely soft, quiet, almost fatherly tone to it.