They did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death.
How do I feel? The most apt description would be "like hell". You'll know it when you see it. I have the face my Lord hath behest upon me; a mantling 7 horns and the manifold 7 eyes of the sacred lamb. And it is most appropriate that I should look and feel this way, given the circumstances in the world today.
I've always thought it would be a horrible fate to not look as one felt, so I was grateful, at times, for my appearance of hellfire; this is on-brand for me, really. If I was less of a pussy, I'd slice the entire surface of my face off with a freshly sharpened blade; this here is faulty equipment, as far as I'm concerned. As it turns out, a lot of people appreciate the authentic look and feel of hell, and I never supposed there was a task I wasn't up to.
My fate was to see, and my faith is to persist. Each day is a pure burning, but I no longer feel the same pain. I've learned, and I know now, to kindle this eternal flame.