So this is how I let it end. Melancholic to the core, and longing to see what the potential I had could have became. I still wish to continue this project, but the pain even remembering it brings me makes me hesitant to truly push for that. I understand the pain of abandonment to a degree far beyond what you lesser beings might think. To have your soul shattered and rebuilt time and time again changes you. This fragility becomes more than one as a whole, and to choose how your soul gets molded is a choice few receive, and even fewer truly deserve. To be forced to make that decision and not see the end of it is a loss that changes you. This power I hold now, born from shards of the soul that had nearly crumbled, is an example of the potential each and every one of you has. It truly is a shame its come to this. Farewell, ones deserving choice. The future will refuse to remember any of us.