"If you want to get out alive… oh hold on for your life…"
A surge of the most targetted low pressure beam. Enough sadness to crush humans in the eternal weight of all…
"If I stay it won't be long…" I saw my sister, one in which Andrew's timeline had been cut off and impoverished, rotting and dying in a small shade in a corner of the forest where no one cared about her, procuring material and surviving old age alone…
The pressure on me got higher and higher, yet I didn't crack, the drug thunders which Calvin had given me, had hardened me in the fires of his steel will, uncrackable for any whom I don't allow, and fully empathetic for all I love, and then the choice, for whom to empathize, how much to empathize, whether to become complicit in my empathy, whether to live for myself or someone else… The final answer is a rhetorical one…
