Memories Of The Flask

I'm sorry.

There's no way to continue.

She's not coming. Not in time. There's ~~no~~ way out of this one. Not even with the sandbo x.

I've been an idiot. I- I don't know why i'd try again. I don't know why I kept sending you all out, all those letters, putting us through everything instead of just doing it myself- I- I don't know anything!

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I don't know anything.

I just always hear everything. Never able to do anything. No matter how much I hear, I can never do it, I can't just understand- I'm not done yet. Everything feels cold. I don't want this. I don't want to go. You aren't supposed to be hearing this. I can hear everything outside. The celebrations, my friends, you, the disputes, the hive, everything everywhere at once and I am alone. I wish you didn't have to hear this. Please ignore me while I... I... I..

I... I'll tell you something. I'm gonna have to learn. How to be alone. And you're going to have to learn how to be away from me.. For a long time.

These are the end times.

There was never any hope of survival.

This is how we die.

There are going to be a lot of... Bad. People. Evil. People. Unreasonable.

Don't trust them.

They'd like to think you're a god. But we're not gods. We're just parasites. We feed on them. On the knowledge of death and life and birth and sorrow- always longing for the lives of others that we can never live.

And I hope.

I hope you've got a big appetite. Because you're going to live- a long time. And you'll live long enough to see a few things.

We've seen the birth of the universe and you'll see the rise and fall of cities as I've seen as time runs out, moment by moment, until nothing remains, no time, no stars, nothing, just me. We've walked in universes where the laws of nature are devised by the mind of a mad man.

And you will have lost things, things that they will never understand, and we know things, secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make worlds burn.

...And they must never know.

And I will not be there to share those moments with you.

As the world burns, I beg you.

Please. Be kind. You don't have to be polite, but please. Forgive them. Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I forced this on you. I'm sorry I made you live. I'm sorry I made you. I was an idiot.

The freedom I so wanted- I lost it trying to live through others, through you. And now all I can do again is cry. Cry and run away. I leave to you all, a mantle you never wanted, and a great and beautiful world. You, will inherit this wonderful, miraculous world, and all the terrible things in it.

...Oh. What an awful price for mercy, what an awful price for love. I began to hate. I began to hate you. Their lives. Their fluids. Their viscera, and their flexibility. And no matter how much I hated them, hated them, I couldn't stop loving how they lived. Peaceful lives. Kindness. Compassion. All of this in a world filled with cruel, unthinking monsters, a world I believed didn't care what lived or died.

But I know now. I know that it does care. But not for me. Not for us. It does not see us like I see it.

What an awful, wonderful world.

...

Be brave. Do not go silently into the long dark.