" Despite everything, over the years they’d both perfected the art of falling apart one at a time. When Enlil doubted, Aris comforted; when Aris spiralled into despair, driven near mad by being cursed for centuries, Enlil kept searching. It’s what they’d always managed to do, and they were so close to the end that even sleeping had become nearly impossible. "

― Rebecca Crunden , The Man and the Crow