Yes.

Yes, you welcome death. You want to be an offering to the death cult which you have worshipped since before you admitted it. All the mysticism, all the posturings – they were merely garnishes on the final fact of your profoundly anti-humanist impulses. When you accept the blade in your neck, it is like your mother’s first kiss. The nihilism is strong in this one. A shame, too – you could have been a hero for Life, for the beauty of the Struggle, for the fringes of the Mandala which are arguably more Real than the center itself, or at least inseparable from it. Either way, you’re about to find all these answers, because your blood is spilling across the stage.

Then again, you kinda had this one coming.
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