I'm not vaporized - I'm gone. Gone forever, and that's how I like it. Life is only worth a damn because it's short. It's designed to be consumed, used, spent, lived, felt. We're supposed to fill it with every mistake and miracle we can manage. And then we're supposed to let go. I can't force you to do that for yourself, Pierce. But you can't force me to stay. I love you, son. Goodbye.