First day of kindergarten. You cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is, yeah, I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love... scary, veiny Willow. So if I'm going out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world, well, then start with me. I've earned that.