They were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just let go. In that last nanosecond, they saw what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, was never anything but a jury-rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. Finally, now that you didn’t have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain — it was all the same thing. All the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.