Life can be hard sometimes.

One moment you're on top of the world, with a bright future ahead of you...

... but then your lover's soul is ripped from her body and transported through dimension's via cosmic shenanigans. Then all your friends and colleagues proceed to hunt you down after they cite unsafe working condition on your project in which to find your lost lover.

It's especially devastating when said ex-friends don't even defend you after you accidentally blow up a town and create a sub-space to pseudo-hell.

Time's can be difficult sometimes.

But, nevertheless, never let life get you down. Especially when your project succeeded in the end. Sure a body may off been lost on the way and something else I can't quite put my mind on. But, does that really matter, since now I have all the time in the world to reunite with Euphemia and get my body back...

... Well as long as my soul doesn't detonate on the way that is.