"Farewell, Stanley!" cried the Narrator, as Stanley was led helplessly into the enormous metal jaws.
In a single visceral instant, Stanley was obliterated as the machine crushed every bone in his body, killing him instantly.
And yet it would be just a few minutes before Stanley would restart the game, back in his office, as alive as ever.
What exactly did the Narrator think he was going to accomplish?
When every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance, death becomes meaningless, making life the same.
Do you see now? Do you see that Stanley was already dead from the moment he hit Start?
*chuckles* Oh look at these two.
How they wish to destroy one another. How they wish to control one another.
How they both wish to be free.
Can you see? Can you see how much they need one another?
No. Perhaps not. Sometimes these things cannot be seen.