It's strange how the best poets and stories are often the saddest. There is no joy without tragedy.

[Though that is part of life. Some people have an easier time finding the joy than others. Yet, in the end, everything ends in a tragedy. No one lives forever. Though Brook has the closest shot of anyone. She starts to read the tale of the madman who obviously killed someone and is obviously wracked with guilt. She says half to herself]

I can't tell if he was mad to begin with or driven to it.