Ever since Noah had established his Infinite Dream, he had believed, quietly and without ever quite putting it into words, that he could not truly be killed.
A body could break and a Dream could collapse in one corner of existence, and he would simply open his eyes in another, whole, because his Dream went on without end and he went on inside it, or at least that was what he believed. It was why he had smiled in the ruins of the Maze while the hand closed over him, and why, when he woke on his farm afterward, he had grieved for Lygara without rage and without any great sense of loss for himself.
