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> Yes, I rebelled. It was a long time ago. How long was I meant to pay for that one action? So now it's over.
> And what will you do now?
> I don't know. To be honest, dream lord, I have not given it much thought. I could not return to the Silver City -- even if I wished to. I could never again be an angel. . . Innocence, once lost, can never be regained. What will I do now? I could lie on a beach somewhere, perhaps? Listen to music? Build a house? Learn how to dance, or to play the piano? It matters not. I have had my fill of the old life. And that is all I care about. . . Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, dreamlord? The freedom to leave. . .
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Neil Gaiman (The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists)