You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone.
When Marchent died, she was alone.

“Maybe this is madness. Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demo…”

“Muy pocos seres buscan de verdad el conocimiento en este mundo. Mortales o inmo…”

“I realized aloud in the midst of saying it that even when we die we probably do…”

“Oh, my darling, wish you were here!And my dark soul is happy again, because it …”