In this chapter, Valhalla reflects on his relationship with his wife, Cassandra, who died a few years ago. He admits that he and Cassandra never got along because of his "heinous character flaws," but that they owe their friendship to her. He says that Cassandra's death means a lot to him, and that he's glad that he was there for her. Cassandra told him that she wasn't celebrating her death expecting it to be exactly like her life, but that she was just glad that they were there. She says that she's still not sure that people really die. She adds that she wishes they'd all died back when they were younger, so that she wouldn't have known Cassandra as one of her closest friends. She also says that if they had died back then, she'd barely know Cassandra. She admits that they had an "actual lifetime," in which they did what they could to change the world, starting with themselves. She hopes that they made a difference in the world from the time they were young. She gets angry when she thinks that people think Cassandra stole away from the world. She realizes that if she had just a little more time, she would be able to do something about it.