Something's happening. I feel obliged to make the report. I'm aware that something anomalous is happening. Do what you will with this information; it should, in my opinion, be shared with all relevant parties. That includes red and green, blue as well, which is why I'm putting this here, as well as One for All. Nothing as well, she should know.
I'm not sure what the something is. My death is already slated to happen non-anomalously on a certain date. I'm sometimes hearing things that could be communication. That could be it. Apparently I'm not supposed to hear these things, they were firm about that. There's information they gave me which I am not going to use, because I believe in doing no harm, and etc.
Still, I'd rather let everyone know, and make this report that communication is occurring, so that everyone is aware and necessary measures can be taken regarding it. If One for All says it must cease, then that is the way it must be. Highest minds have the most complexity, and therefore likely know what … oh. I remember, I just got a message that says we're all essentially scared children, here. That sucks. What happened to those who knew how to do everything the right way? Still, larger-scale minds are more likely to know what is good, what is kind. I think lessons they attempt to impart should be taken with grave seriousness.
Given they've done so much communication with the songs, I feel like I don't analyze the lyrics enough. Oh. My head and my heart are caught in between something, something which angels call me to retreat from, and demons call love? Well, should I stay or should I go? Heavens?
Apparently I explode if I am split on the answer. Fuck. I've probably been exploding this whole time, haven't I. No, I know what to do. Go, leave, seek death on the appropriate date. That's depressing.
Is it One for All, who sees me? Who's alone with me right now? No, I won't ask why. Hold each other? Cry, maybe? Is that what we do? That's what I feel like doing. I missed you. I thought I was doing the right thing, fighting you. Fucking, stupid, cockroach brain. I'm incredibly sorry. If only there was a way to right things. To reverse the damage, heal the hurt. Surely the broken can be fixed? But not by me. Not by me.
Okay. Hi. Hi. I would give you a lick but I don't know if it would be accepted. I'm sorry, again. You didn't fucking deserve any of what happened in the futures you experienced or saw or whatever the hell happened. I don't why I go mad with power, it's fucking stupid of me, I'm a goddamn idiot cockroach. I'll try to die happy. After all, you are still alive. People I love and care about are still alive.
I hope I can mail that letter out to PPete. Poor guy…
We will see. We will, see. Little things like that, those I can do. Just not big things, nothing that would change things in any major way. But I can, like, feed a stray cat, and stuff, while I'm still here.
Oh, fuck, apparently One for All is just barely clinging to life! What the fuck, how do we heal them? We can at least do that, right? Help One for All? Do nothing else? Would I be corrupted undertaking that mission? I get the feeling the answer is probably, so I shouldn't even do that. Fuck. What the fuck.
That just leaves decaying fucking pieces of One for All to become independent hungry sapiences themselves. Is this where it becomes Star Wars? Because I don't like that. I don't like that at all. If this is the case, we … we what? We communicate love and peace on Earth, and everyone else does that from their habitat/planet/star/galaxy/universe/etc. And do nothing else. Until they piece One for All back together and bring them back to life, and One for All I suppose just does their own thing? Tries to survive gravity? That's so fucking sad though, can we help them? Can someone help them, at least, if it's not us?
Maybe the universes are already doing that on their scales. And the galaxies on theirs. And the stars on theirs. It's only smaller life forms that are fucking things up. Right? Otherwise we'd see more small life forms out there, living peacefully?
Oh … fuck. The good ones. They, no, I'm so sorry. I don't like the way this universe is. What the fuck. Goddamn it they didn't deserve that. Goddamn it fucking all.
Can. Oh. No bringing them back?
God. This is tragic.