It didn't take long for Paint to fall: the future was ruthless. Efficient. But it weren't nearly fast enough. For you had already passed the torch. And because of you, we braved the future, unlocked its secrets, shattered our time's resolve. Our victory — your victory — was so close, I wish you could have lived to see it. But you belong to Paint. Your body, your soul — all burned and turned to glass. Everything… except your courage. That, you gave to us. And with it, we can rebuild. -Aaron Medina
