Destiny, they say, is a book that has already been written.
So, can someone who reads it tamper with an ending for a beloved character?
I tore myself apart.
Turn "will" into thousands of tiny footnotes, scattered around the edges of the story.
We exist silently, just to be a suitable dissipation at the necessary moment.
This is the only way - to use the nine hundred and ninety-nine deaths of "existence" to cover the only fragment that carries all the "reality" and quietly walk to his side.
Friends, when you and I part, please don't mourn for me.
One day, I will come back to you.
Intention: sacrifice, redemption