Well, they're called books because their ends are meant to come naturally, there's always more until there isn't, right?

[Even she can't imagine him being omnipotent to time - there'll be a day where he can't reasonably continue on with this endless impregnation, but when that time comes it won't be because of a lack of will, but because the world always turns, if nothing else.

They move up in the line and she inches a little closer, trying and failing to squash the part of her that demands contact even though he's taken away something that made her feel whole.]